Jeremy Irons plays Jack Elgin, the unlikely Goetz in this tale, at first distraught and then angry enough to devise meticulous plans to get vengeance on the plane's hijackers who shot his family members so callously. Elgin at first proceeds rather predictably, hunting down the terrorists thanks to tip-off info from people sympathetic to his cause, and then the feds (led by Forest Whitaker, though we're in in England... never mind all that) start to close in. But wait: Is Elgin being set up by someone else who wants the thugs dead?
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Sex scene aside, Don't Look Now recalls recent fare as diverse as The Sixth Sense, The Blair Witch Project, and Frantic -- with Christie communing with two elderly psychics and Sutherland haunted by visions of his dead daughter's red raincoat. Sutherland and Christie are phenomenal, leaving the Roegian metaphysical mumbo jumbo in their wake as they show us how some real acting gets done.
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The plot is thin, as is common in 1930s musicals: Astaire is a dancer that's just busting at the seams with his art. He shows off some moves one night in his apartment (and what moves they are, making excellent use of the props in the room), only this annoys the hell out of the woman (Rogers) living downstairs. It's one of the few times that a musical actually makes reference to the fact that it's not normal to break into song and dance whenever the mood strikes you, though of course, eventually, Rogers gets in on the act herself.
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Maybe it's for the best, though. Missing the wedding winds him up with Penny (Ginger Rogers), who we're sure is going to be a better match for Lucky, because, you know, she can dance. (Here, in a bit of comic kitsch, she's a dance instructor and he's never danced before... though he proves to be an exceedingly fast learner.)
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