Author Archives: Roger Moore

“Oh yes, he is wounded,” the war hero’s mother exults at the news her son is returning home. “I thank the gods for it!” Volumnia (Vanessa Redgrave, fierce and feral) proceeds to list her offspring’s many cuts and injuries gained … Continue reading →

In a corner of Tokyo’s Ginza subway station sits a simple little restaurant of white walls and blond wood and just ten seats –Sukiyabashi Jiro. And in it, presides the oldest chef ever to earn a three star Michelin rating … Continue reading →

Every movement has its founder, its days of working out its sacred text and its first fanatical acolyte. And it doesn’t matter if the founder is Mary Baker Eddy, Joseph Smith, Ayn Rand or Mohammad, the details are going to … Continue reading →

It’s a standing joke in the music industry, an artist, frustrated by the lack of success in North America, hearing the consolation prize from an agent or record producer. “But you’re HUGE in Australia” or Korea or Brazil or wherever. … Continue reading →

Alfred Hitchcock, so the story goes, wondered aloud one day what it would be like “if somebody really good” made a horror movie. And the result was “Psycho.” Perhaps a similar wondering struck Barry “Rain Man” Levinson. Suppose somebody with … Continue reading →

  The odd, opportunistic and eccentric programming of Netflix streaming, the way the service lumps genres together and serves up possibilities, means that you’re always stumbling across something odd and old, or new and surprising — a movie you haven’t … Continue reading →

It’s not really fashionable to label a film “mumblecore,” that much-scorned non-genre name used for no-budget indie fare that relied on attractive indie actors emoting, romancing and talking talking talking to tell its stories. But even though it has big … Continue reading →

  Forget “Jack and Jill” and the fact that Adam Sandler plays them both and not particularly well in his new “twins” comedy. Al and Pacino almost reason enough to see it, all by his bigger-than-life self. Can I get … Continue reading →

Grisly, gross, messy — and I’m not just talking about Mickey Rourke’s table manners in “Immortals,” Tarsem Singh’s pseudo-arty melding of spatter film to the sword-and-sorcery genre. Rourke, playing the megalomaniacal King Hyperion, out to release the Titans, crush humanity … Continue reading →

The movies don’t do romantic longing very well any more. It’s trickier than it was in the old “An Affair to Remember” days, when love on the big screen had patience. But Felicity Jones will break your heart at least … Continue reading →