On Sept. 26, legendary actor Paul Newman passed away due to complications from cancer. A prolific actor who appeared in 65 films over 50 years, Newman won over audiences with his gracious charm, fierce magnetism and piercing blue eyes.
Kat Dennings is dancing in a Four Seasons hallway when we arrive for our interview. Clad in a white blouse and black suit, with porcelain skin and ocean blue eyes, Dennings is as striking in person as she is on-screen.
The teen movie is like the irksome little sister of the film industry. It's there and sometimes it can be entertaining, but for the most part, life would be a lot less annoying if it would stop talking so much and quit reading your diary.
As Spike Joneze's 2002 film Adaptation. taught us, adaptation is not an easy task. Unless, of course, you're adapting a book about assholes with incurable sex addictions - then the raw material is a dream come true for Hollywood screenwriters.
Leave it up to producer Steven Spielberg and director D.J. Caruso to concoct a science fiction tale set in the gray hallways of the National Security Agency (NSA). First, this isn't a date movie; it would be more appropriate for fans of shoot-em-ups and Discovery Military.
It's a timeless story. Boy meets girl. Boy marries girl to produce a male heir. When things don't work out in the Y-chromosome department, boy plays hide-the-mutton with various scullery maids.
Everyone likes a good road trip, right? Not so, if you're talking about the cross-country drive the characters take in the The Lucky Ones, a film about three soldiers on leave from Iraq.
The reasons for their trips home vary in levels of absurdity: Private Dunn (Rachel McAdams) is bringing her dead boyfriend's Elvis guitar back to his parents, Sergeant Poole (Michael Pe
Weepy, timeless love stories are what Nicholas Sparks does best, and the screen adaptation of his novel Nights in Rodanthe lives up to the writer's literary stylings.
Ghost Town follows Bertram Pincus (Ricky Gervais), the quintessential snide, cynical jerk who, after a glitch during a routine colonoscopy, dies for seven minutes.
Sugar & Spice
2001
I have a confession. I often find myself sucked into ABC Family's weekend movie marathons while channel surfing, and this weekend was no different.
Just in case someone forgot that he's a bad motherfucka, Samuel L. Jackson's New Years' resolution in 1998 was to "continue to kick ass." In the decade since, he's appeared in the quintessential badass role in basically every movie he could fit into: a fast-action FBI agent in Snakes on a Plane, a no-bullshit man of God in Black Snake Moan.
Consider the assaultive title just the tip of the big screwed-up iceberg that is Towelhead, Alan Ball's disturbing portrait of a 13-year-old Lebanese-American girl's coming-of-age in a Texas suburb during the Gulf War.
Don’t tell anyone, but National Treasure is one of my favorite movies. I conveniently “forget” to mention it when asked to list my all-time favorites, and no evidence of my love for the historical-fiction-film-slash-action-movie-slash-crime-caper can be found amongst my possessions.
Day 1
Feel like I am in an episode of Entourage. It was hard to appreciate the enormity of this festival last night, when I was wandering through the central Palais, my head fuzzy with jetlag.