Author Archives: Roger Moore

A one night-only horror event? “Mad Heidi” stars Alice Lucy, Max Rüdlinger, David Schfield and Casper van Dien. Swiss-timed to play at a theater near you on June 21. Don’t forget the chocolate!

This June 30 Dreamworks animated coming-of-age action comedy is anti-mermaid, and arrives after “The Little Mermaid,” and not Pixar and shows up after “Elemental.” Seems like a bit of a comical reach, but you know kids. Maybe they’ll connect with … Continue reading →

You take one look at these kids, and your first thought might be “Does the orphanage have anybody else we could adopt?” They’re albino-pale, white-haired blondes with eager-to-please smiles. But golly, who wouldn’t say, “Childrens of the Damned” the moment … Continue reading →

You think you’ve got a handle on “The Golden Age of Screwball Comedy,” after finishing your survey of the films of Lubitsch and Sturges, Capra and Wilder and the occasional fun outing by Hanks, Fleming, La Cava and Cukor. And … Continue reading →

It was raining and she was on her motorcycle. So she stopped and ducked into a Parisian boite for a drink to wait it out. “L’etoile d’Or,” it was called. She noticed the birthday party, the candles-covered cake at the … Continue reading →

Well, perhaps the production team behind Brazil’s Around the World with Netflix offering “Rich in Love” took criticism of their “series of limp mistaken identity mixups” rom-com to heart. They got to make a sequel with the same beautiful, rich-but-earnestly-trying-to-contribute … Continue reading →

A seasoned cast — with a couple of horror fan faves in its ranks — and a few of cool supernatural effects decorate “Brooklyn 45,” a stodgy, stagey horror tale from the director of “We Are Still Here” and “Mohawk.” … Continue reading →

In his most manic comedies, the great “reactor,” the unflappable Alan Arkin, looks like he’s on the verge of cracking up and blowing the take — scene after scene. He can’t wholly hide how tickled he is at what’s going … Continue reading →

When you watch “Mixed by Erry” — it’s adorable, so you should — don’t opt for the English dubbed option on Netflix. Take it in via its native tongue — Neopolitan Italian. Few movies make it clearer that Italian is … Continue reading →

There’s a moody, intimate and festival-darling short film tucked into the 105 minutes of “Esme, My Love.” But as a feature, this mild-mannered but atmospheric tale of slow-slower-slowest “rising” terror just doesn’t have enough going on to rope the viewer … Continue reading →