The Cutting Edge
1992
If it were possible to distill the essence of the early ’90s to its purest form, the result would be a VHS copy of The Cutting Edge, the tale of two zamboni-crossed lovers set against the backdrop of the decade’s ice skating craze.
Election
1999
Alright, technically Election isn’t a guilty pleasure. With a 93% freshness rating on Rotten Tomatoes, this brilliant satire is nothing if not a cult classic and critical darling.
Perhaps one of the most aptly named films to come along in a long time, Zack and Miri Make a Porno allows director and writer Kevin Smith to explore the tricky territory of “friends with benefits.”
Best friends since forever, Zack (Seth Rogen) and Miri (Penn alum Elizabeth Banks) run into hard times and resort to the wonderful world of adult entertainment to keep themselves afloat.
Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939)
Jimmy Stewart’s earnest depiction of a small-town man’s ascent to the Senate and his surprisingly tough stand against political corruption have captured the hearts of American moviegoers for nearly 70 years.
The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas, based on the eponymous novel by John Boyne, recounts the tragedy of the Holocaust as filtered through the innocent screen of childhood naiveté. The plot centers on an eight-year-old German boy, Bruno (newcomer Asa Butterfield), whose father (David Thewlis) is put in charge of a Nazi death camp.
Woody Allen + Diane Keaton
The on- and offscreen sparks between Woody Allen and Diane Keaton are redolent of a connection Scarlett Johansson can only dream about.
Trailers are more than the reason you can come 15 minutes late to a movie. A good preview can get an audience buzzing about a film months before its release, and a bad one can ensure that no one shows up on opening day.
A female-dominated cast in a coming-of-age story rife with racial intolerance and the search for identity are the perfect recipe for a total cheesefest.
Although Rachel Getting Married is directed by Jonathan Demme (The Silence of the Lambs), the only gore here is the open wound of familial dysfunction.
Have you ever found yourself wishing that you were sightless and locked in an abandoned mental institution while post-apocalyptic chaos, dredged from the seediest underbelly of humanity itself, masticated and regurgitated the values that you held most dear?
Converting a novel into a film is a daunting task: the screenwriter must pare down the script, eliminate irrelevant subplots and commercialize the characters.