May 4, 1991 |
"Victim of Love" (at 9 p.m. Sunday on Channels 2 and 8) is misnomered. It ought to be "Victim of Sex," which not only would work better for the ratings sweeps but also is more to the point. Pierce Brosnan portrays the hypotenuse of a triangle as Professor Paul, an Edgar Allan Poe scholar who drops Poe-etic passages at the drop of an eyelid. Playing the angles are JoBeth Williams as therapist Tess and Virginia Madsen as moony Carla.
November 6, 1993
A private memorial service for Duncan Gibbins, the British director and screenwriter who died Wednesday of burns suffered while he was trying to save a cat during the Calabasas/Malibu fire, will be held today at the Writers Guild Theater.
December 14, 2004 |
"Sideways" continues its winning ways. Not only did Alexander Payne's offbeat buddy comedy set in the Santa Barbara wine country dominate the Golden Globe nominations Monday, "Sideways" was also was chosen as best picture by the New York Film Critics Circle. The independent production also won the best actor award Monday for Paul Giamatti, supporting actress for Virginia Madsen and screenplay for Payne and Jim Taylor.
September 4, 1995 |
Here's the ultimate statement for our era of diminished expectations: "Heaven isn't heaven anymore," laments the angel Simon (Eric Stolz) early on in the frankly bizarre religious thriller "The Prophecy." Seems even God has trouble finding good help these days. The angel Gabriel (Christopher Walken), upset that God doesn't hold him in such high favor anymore (apparently, heaven isn't above office politics), is planning a palace coup.
November 1, 1991 |
"Highlander 2: The Quickening" (citywide) improves upon the original. This doesn't mean that it's anywhere near a classic of time-travel fantasy adventure. Rather, as both prequel and sequel, it makes clearer much that was so vague in the original; it even jokes about how confusing its premise is. In short, audiences who made the first film successful enough to warrant a second will be getting a bit more for their money.
November 20, 1992 |
Movies about famous writers' lives are rarely satisfying. It may make dramatic sense that a writer's work and a writer's life should be depicted as all-of-a-piece but things rarely work out so neatly in the real world. What we too often get at the movies is a diminishing of both the life and the art. In the case of Colette, the temptation to connect her life and her art is especially understandable since so much of what she wrote made the connection for us anyway.