Arts & Culture

Beavis and Butt-head, the slow-witted, lewd-minded, giggling, teenaged sofa reptiles from MTV, may be the most acquired taste in current pop culture–for adults, at least. At a quick glance, your reaction may be revulsion at the crude animation and the repetitive gags. But let the show’s subtle rhythms work on…

Lots of hearts are in the right place in Rob Reiner’s Ghosts of Mississippi, but none is beating. Scripted by Lewis Colick (who wrote Unlawful Entry) and based on the true story of how the killer of civil rights activist Medgar Evers was finally brought to justice after three trials,…

The stodgy works of Ismail Merchant and James Ivory, makers of Howards End and Jefferson in Paris, have encouraged the sad notion that costume dramas must be leaden and respectable. Ang Lee’s Sense and Sensibility helped rehabilitate the form, and now Patrice Leconte’s Ridicule ventilates it with yet more fresh…

Why a movie of The Crucible now? Arthur Miller’s play about the Salem witchcraft trials was first staged on Broadway in 1953, when McCarthyism was still in flower, and it was not a resounding success. Now, of course, it’s a staple of rep theaters and high school and college stages,…

Western civilization has taken its fair share of direct hits over the ages, but never has it been threatened with destruction by such markedly unempowered foes as Beavis and Butt-head, which debuted on MTV in 1993. How unempowered? Consider that those who most rightfully should be offended by the doltish…

Whitney Houston has had a Movie Star Moment–just not in a movie. Near the end of the “Saving All My Love for You” video, she turns toward the camera with a luminous smile that wilts into heartbreak when she realizes she’s been dropped by her, um, boyfriend. It’s a moment…

Some amusing stuff about sports agentry drowns in the emotional shallows of Jerry Maguire, which stars Tom Cruise (in the title role) as a hotshot dealmaker whose first bout of conscience torpedoes his future at his firm, the monolithic Sports Management International. After visiting a hospitalized hockey player who skates…

Forget Independence Day. If you really want to see Earth get it, you can’t do any better than Tim Burton’s Mars Attacks!. It’s a destructo orgy without any phony-baloney sanctimony about the fellowship of man–or spaceman. Burton isn’t interested in intergalactic amity; he’s not even interested in preserving the Earth…

In the golden age of Hollywood, no less than the likes of Frank Capra owned Christmas on the big screen. But if you want Proof Number 496 of how far things have fallen, consider that in the ’90s, holiday cinema is a wholly owned subsidiary of Chris Columbus–hired gun of…

Hope doesn’t spring eternal: It flickers like an old streetlamp or porch light. That’s the bittersweet message of this beguiling, humane farce about three Jersey City buddies who spiral ever deeper down on their luck while planning to heist an armored car. Sid (William Forsythe), Jerry (Adam Trese) and Russ…