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Harry Caul, the complex and paranoid security man who gets sucked into a devilishly clever web of intrigue, is THE best character Gene Hackman ever created -- better even than the French Connection's Popeye Doyle for which Hackman won the Best Actor Oscar. The plot of this movie will keep you on you toes. A few severed threads near the end may annoy some, but overall a terrific movie.
It Happens Every Thursday seems to have all the elements in place for a classic comedy along the lines of "The Egg And I." Urbanites Forsythe and Young take over a newspaper in a small town, then get involved in a local scandal of sorts. Forsythe, the handsome urban sophisticate should be perfect for the part, but his lines come off forced. And, he has no chemistry with Loretta Young at all. A few of the gags work well, but most fall tediously flat. Given the presence of Frank McHugh, Edgar Buchanan, Gladys George and others in a marvelous supporting cast, the results are very disappointing.
IMDB reader, please note: The genre is wrong -- this is a romantic musical
comedy -- definitely NOT a drama.
Janet Leigh's first lead role, opposite Van Johnson, is a nice showcase for her beauty and musical talents. The Romance of Rosy Ridge is sweetly old-fashioned with some strong small-town type veterans on hand. These are adorable people to spend time with and enjoy their bumpkin mannerism, especially O. Z. Whitehead. Van is resplendent as ever in the male lead.
Cagney is a human dynamo as a drifter who helps save ailing Grace George from losing her newspaper. The pace is fast, and audiences of all ages will be pleased. The supporting cast, have all the small-town characterizations down pat -- with Margaret Hamilton a standout. Cagney himself, had genuine affection for this film, and listed it among his top five movie-making experiences at a retrospective the year before he died.
To anyone who has seen the Horse Whisperer or A River Runs Through It or The Milagro Beanfield War, all I need to say is that Robert Redford directed this movie. Virtually, all of Redford's films seem to have this in common: a) they have magnificent performances; b) they have three or more unforgettable sequences; and c) they are exquisitely photographed; and d) they are dominated by long stretches of background settings that are about as exciting as watching grass grow.
You are never too old or too young to be cheered up by Zeus and Roxanne.
Steve Guttenberg and Kathleen Quinlan have surprisingly electric chemistry
together. But Roxanne the dolphin and Zeus the dog light up the sky with
their fireworks. The kids are great too. But, a movie like this needs a
worthy villain. Although I never heard of Arnold Vosloo before, he does a
marvelous job playing Oil Can Harry to Steve Guttenberg's Mighty Mouse.
Sure, it's far-fetched. It's supposed to be. Just relax and have fun.
Martarazzo, Weston, and Braff are amazing in the three lead roles of this independently made slice-of-life film. Bebe Neuwirth plays the mother with her customary excellence. Terrific support is supplied by Bo Hopkins, Celia Weston, Mary McCormack, and Tristine Skyler as people hanging around the bus station. The intermingling of Joyce Carol Oates short stories as apocryphal tales told by Weston is brilliant. However, the film bogs down significantly when it comes time to reveal Martarazzo and Braff's family secrets. Nevertheless, a nice touch at the end brings is helpful in restoring the magic. Altogether, this is a nice independent effort for the promising Lisanne Skyler, but it could have been a tad tighter.
Robin Williams does his best to combine comedy and pathos, but comes off a bit shrill. Donald Moffat is too one-note as his father-in-law. Jeff Bridges is excellent though as the quarterback, and Holly Palance and Pamela Reed are marvelous, carrying the film through most of its rough spots. It fills time nicely, but is little more than that.
I found this lame excuse for a slice-of-life comedy to be truly insulting
and stereotyped. Only the Hispanic family is characterized with any dignity
at all. Dennis Haysbert gives the worst performance of a distinguished
career as the feckless husband of Alfre Woodard. Julianna Marguiles gets to
smile winsomely and kiss Kyra Sedgwick, but has little else to do. Maury
Chaikin is awful and Lanie Kazan trots out her Jewish mother yet again. As
for, Joan Chen, she is so bad, it's embarrassing. The writing is puerile,
and the situations pedestrian.
Give thanks if you've managed to avoid this Thanksgiving-Day-themed turkey!
This is about a ballet troupe taking Flamenco lessons at 5:15 AM. This documentary purports to do anything else, and at no point is it intrusive or oblique. Nevertheless, when it is over we are left with unforgettable images of the dancers and unique insights into their souls. Highly recommended.
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