Monthly Archives: July 2018

Someday, when Tom Cruise is using a walker or in a wheelchair thanks to the running, leaping motorcycle-crashing stunts he’s hurled himself into in these “Mission: Impossible” movies, you’re going to regret not giving the man his props when he … Continue reading →

Scotty Bowers has lived quite the life. He grew up in rural (later Chicago) Illinois, served in the Marine Corps during the deadliest time in its history — fighting from Guadalcanal across the Pacific. He just turned 95, and until … Continue reading →

This story in the Times, based on a study by the Center for Study of Women in  Television and Film (note the error in the Times piece about the center’s name, the goobers), got a lot of people’s attention last … Continue reading →

I don’t think they have an opening date for this one, but with Kat Graham, Terrance Howard, Wesley Snipes, Isaiah Washington, Denzel Whitaker and T.I. in the cast, distribution for “Cut Throat City” should be a given.  

John Lydon, aka Johnny Rotten, ended his Sex Pistols run with a decision to get out from under “the mockery,” and do a turnaround in his life, his music and his Public Image. The UK is getting this one this … Continue reading →

The recent passing of 1950s pinup, matinee and pop idol Tab Hunter is reason enough to revisit or take in, for the first time, this 2015 documentary, a film as sweet, discrete and lightly charming at the man himself. “Tab … Continue reading →

Ciaran Hinds is the aged creeper who has married somebody about one third his age, for we assume, nefarious purposes. Carla Gugino is his accomplice. Matthew Beard and Dylan Baker also star in this one, which nabbed an Aug. 10 … Continue reading →

Checking in on an artist’s work after a scandal is always problematic. If you don’t look at the films of Roman Polanski, James Toback, Kevin Spacey or Brett Ratner differently after their public shaming, you’ve got a shorter memory than … Continue reading →

Roswell, New Mexico has nothing on Joshua Tree, California, when it comes to otherworldly weirdness. Its exotic siren’s call was obvious years before U2 came to the place “Where the Streets Have No Name, decades before the singer Gram Parsons’ most … Continue reading →

We’ve known, from his first moments in character, that Jason Momoa was the wise cracking bad-ass Warner Brothers has been looking for in its DC comics universe films. The first trailer for his stand-alone turn as “Aquaman” gave me a … Continue reading →