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By Floyd Alistair Wallace
Times sure ain’t peachy out there. Falling stocks, Dillinger’s violent escape from the Hotsquat and Dust Bowl winds that make the blizzard gusts in The Gold Rush look like hogwash are sure to make you want to crawl up in bed after collecting faggots for the fire.
But don’t be a total pansy.
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Let me tell you something: there ain’t a straight–shooter in Hollywood more ace than Charlie Chaplin!
I was no butter–and–egg man before the crash.
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On the eve of The Black Cat’s release, Street caught up with Bela Lugosi, who has been a Hollywood sensation since his 1931 performance as Count Dracula.
Where does Larry King belong in relation to Ghostbusters?
If you answered that he probably knows the famous spectral exterminators well, having been mistaken as a walking corpse by countless concerned citizens, you would be wrong.
Mr. King can thank the civet cat for providing him with the enviable status of being only one degree of separation shy of the 1984 classic.
After a nice meal and some r–and–r the night before Thanksgiving, my recently–reunited family settled down for some bonding time.
Black Swan begins with an exhilarating ballet number. The camera circles continuously around Nina (Portman) as she performs Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake, a ballet that requires her to adopt the personalities of both the “White Swan” and the “Black Swan.” The cinematography and choreography are breathtaking as the number progresses, slowly spiraling out of control as the dark side increasingly takes over.
This tension between the bipolar personalities of Swan Lake’s protagonist drives the film, as Nina embodies the White Swan’s grace and fragility but cannot quite demonstrate the manic intensity required to play the Black Swan.
Faster’s unoriginal and awful title suggests a forgettable experience, and unfortunately the film’s content does nothing to counteract our initial impression.
As is the problem with all book adaptations, the Harry Potter movies struggle between appeasing pedantic super fans and providing enough modification to warrant a cinematic retelling.
Earlier this week, an ancient horse statue was recovered in Hawaii, barely escaping an attempted theft by an imposter posing as a Mrs. Carol Brady’s deceased husband, who had originally discovered the statue shortly before being murdered under mysterious circumstances.
Mrs. Brady was kidnapped from her home in California by said imposter, who had integrated himself into the Brady family, taking the family for shopping trips and gifting Mike Brady’s son, Peter, with a pair of nunchucks.
The imposter was discovered by super sleuths and step–siblings Bobby and Cindy Brady, who had recently been given a detective kit.
The entire incident is thought to be Jan Brady’s fault.
Well, that’s almost how it happened.
Despite its title, the number of alien creatures in Monsters is relatively low. The buzz emanating from this budget indie certainly isn’t on account of the film’s surprise scares or special effects.
The earth has been infected by specimens of another life form travelling back into orbit from a spacecraft that crashed over Mexico.
Early on in Alex Gibney’s well-crafted documentary film, Client 9: The Rise and Fall of Eliot Spitzer, the disgraced Governor looks dead into the camera and remarks of his downfall, “It’s not a new story.” He’s absolutely right, but it’s nonetheless a fascinating story to be told.
The film provides a detailed (if biased) account of a man who used his aggressive style as Attorney General of New York to catapult himself to the Governorship, only to allow excessive personal vices, in the form of four-figure “escorts,” to destroy his political career.