The genius of Richard Pryor can be summed up by the last lines in Live on the Sunset Strip.
Nadine uses its criminal situation as metaphor for the trials and tribulations of every marriage.
Long before Stephen Dorff went Somewhere, he made his screen debut in this horror oddity .
Maybe it’s time to let go of some of that ’80s love.
Summertime, and the gimmickry’s easy.
I’m a compulsive. It’s no surprise that my list is full of movies about compulsion.
One can imagine the human aspects of The Monster Squad as some form of semi-autobiographical recollection.
Read the damn play. Because after you do, you’ll appreciate all the more how Steve Martin’s screenplay transforms it.
Here’s a conspiracy theory for you: Ishtar is intentionally terrible.
My ’80s adolescence was filled with movies about zombies, aliens, exploding heads, and axe murderers.
Reiner and company seem to be giving permission to the men in the audience to succumb to the lumps in their throats.
Remember when your mother used to tell you that, if you made faces and somebody hit you, your face might get stuck?
Peter Hyams’s Running Scared is one of the finest examples of The Jungle Fever Cookie Buddy Movie.
It belongs in the same bucket as another unfairly maligned 1986 mythical fantasy with a bad script, The Golden Child.
Under the Cherry Moon is terrible, and it really didn’t have to be.
The M.C. Escher stairs sequence is especially memorable, as is the one number David Bowie doesn’t sing.
Legal Eagles is a comedy, if you believe its ad campaign, but it’s funny in all the wrong places.
The film is Richard Pryor’s All That Jazz.
Today marks the start of Ryan Kelly and Adam Zanzie’s Spielberg blogathon.
Joseph L. Mankiewicz introduced Margo Channing and her catty cohorts to the general public on October 13, 1950.