Cyrano (2021) – Glossing Over a Classic
Peter Dinklage is a powerful force for good in an otherwise listless adaptation that misinterprets whatever it doesn’t omit entirely.
Peter Dinklage is a powerful force for good in an otherwise listless adaptation that misinterprets whatever it doesn’t omit entirely.
The Santa Clause 2 has Tim Allen’s standup and farting reindeer, but it feels like Christmas. Let me explain why I keep watching it.
Meet Me in St. Louis is hope and happiness in movie form, using sorrow and shadows and more joy than usually fits in ten movies. It is Christmas, to me.
White Christmas never fails to put me in the Christmas spirit, with a bit of finagling. It wears the season (and its production woes) on its satin sleeve.
Brooklyn is a well-meaning new version of the kind of movie we used to make much more easily. It’s not masterful, but at least it’s respectable.
Vertigo is as much about its director’s view of sex as a masterclass thriller. It decodes not only Master Hitchcock but an entire cinematic point-of-view.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind is one romance that counts as all of them. Reluctance becomes the ultimate fantasy.