What “Cinderella” shows is that you can have courage, and you can be kind, and it might suck. You can take a risk, but you might fail. Being nice to people doesn’t always mean they’ll be nice to you.
Neither Judi Dench or Maggie Smith acts the way most aging characters do — either nobly staring into the face of death or regretting something they’ve done or left undone in their youth.
It seems that being validated in our choices has become more important than being enthusiastic about them.
This year, no predictions. No big analysis. What follows are simply the nominees and winners I’d pick if the Oscars were mine to give out.
OK, yes, I read “Fifty Shades of Grey.” Everyone else was doing it, and it was supposed to be so amazing! Women! Reading things! About sex! Imagine!
Camp offers a hand to the audience so it’s easier to accept that Channing Tatum is a half-wolf alien with space Rollerblades.
I think the fact that Law, 42, is allowing himself to get older — maybe even embracing that he’s getting older — is giving him a freedom he never got in his previous incarnations.
“The Boy Next Door” looks like a movie that’s only a couple of cocktails away from being really enjoyable. So that means I’m looking forward to it. After all, bad is better than boring.
If you can’t do something first, it becomes very important that you do it best — or at least as well as your predecessors. “American Sniper” doesn’t, and that’s its major malfunction.
Looking back at my top 10 list for 2013 shows how pointless lists can be. They’re so often treated as gospel, titles on stone tablets, but one year later and I’m wondering how I could have been so stupid.