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Carrie Rickey, an Inquirer film critic since 1986, was born in L.A. around the time the Jennifer Jones/Laurence Olivier movie Carrie hit screens. Hence her name. Since then she's seen more than 12,000 films without losing her love of movies -- or wordplay. But don't envy her job too much. She has to sit through the likes of Battlefield Earth just so she can warn you not to.
 
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In 1981, American television had Dynasty. British television had Brideshead Revisited, an 11-part (660-minute!) mini-series boasting an even bigger ancestral home, even bitterer family rivalries and a religious undercurrent harsher than a riptide. (Harsher than Joan Collins, too.)
Video: Brideshead Revisited
Posted 07/17/2008
Lush. Debauched. Ravishing. And did I mention sexy? The Last Mistress, from French controversialist Catherine Breillat (herself the last master of the soft-core art film), is Dangerous Liaisons, uncorseted and undressed.
Though born with the gene for loving musicals, I lack the DNA sequence that allows for ABBA appreciation. Never got the Swedish quartet famous for its marimba-madcap music, Conehead lyrics, and Holiday Barbie costumes.
A version of this review appeared yesterday. Bruce Wayne, gazillionaire playboy, performs a classic swan dive from his yacht into the sapphire sparkle of the Pacific. Batman, his caped-crusader alter ego, likewise executes a wide-wingspan swoop from the silvery pinnacle of a Gotham City skyscraper down, down, down into the urban murk.
Bruce Wayne, gazillionaire playboy, performs a classic swan dive from his yacht into the sapphire sparkle of the Pacific. Batman, his caped-crusader alter ego, likewise executes a wide-wingspan swoop from the silvery pinnacle of a Gotham City skyscraper down, down, down into the urban murk.
Bruce Wayne, gazillionaire playboy, performs a classic swan dive - from his yacht into the sapphire sparkle of the Pacific. Batman, his caped-crusader alter ego, likewise executes a wide-wingspan swoop from the silvery pinnacle of a Gotham City skyscraper down down down into the urban murk.
Fasten your 3-D glasses and mind the gap. Cheesy, cheesy, cheesy but fun, fun, fun, Journey to the Center of the Earth, a retro-update of the Jules Verne adventure novel, takes audiences to the planet's core via the corniest route imaginable.
Have camera, will travel. In pursuit of a compelling story, Werner Herzog will go anywhere. He has pitched his tripod in the Alaskan wilderness (Grizzly Man), on the lip of an active Caribbean volcano (La Soufrière), and only-God-and-Klaus-Kinski-know-where up the Amazon River (Aguirre, the Wrath of God).
As his searing performance in Dreamgirls confirmed, Eddie Murphy has under-explored depths, tones and talents. That the man who can, apparently, do anything chose to do the deliberately offensive Norbit (a choice that lost him the Oscar so richly deserved for Dreamgirls) is a mystery beyond solution.
This review originally appeared Wednesday. Directed by Patricia Rozema. With Abigail Breslin, Julia Ormond, Joan Cusack, Stanley Tucci and Chris O'Donnell. Distributed by Picturehouse. 1 hour, 40 mins. G (mild suspense). Playing at: area theaters.
"Kit Kittredge" comes to the big screen, teaching pleasantly episodic Depression history.
On the subject of Kit Kittredge: An American Girl, a colleague rolled his eyes and snorted, "Can you believe it! A movie based on a doll?"
"Kit Kittredge" comes to the big screen, teaching pleasantly episodic Depression history.
On the subject of Kit Kittredge: An American Girl, a colleague rolled his eyes and snorted, "Can you believe it! A movie based on a doll?" Hello? We've had movies based on toys (Transformers), theme-park rides (Pirates of the Caribbean, and media franchises (Pokémon). What's so unusual about a movie based on a doll?
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