Miracle Mile is a curious little movie, and I mean that in the most positive sense of the word.
It begins like a John Hughes romantic comedy as a couple of misfits experience a fated meeting overlooking a tar pit at a prehistoric museum. Their union is odd but comfortable, their personalities quirky and compassionate, and as we see the movie’s title appear on the back of a passing tram, we realise that we’re in for a somewhat idiosyncratic journey.
Fright Night may not have the cult appeal of The Lost Boys, but as a genre movie it is more skillfully defined. Not only are its scares scarier, its laughs are louder, its premise paying loving homage to outmoded genre staples while daubing itself in the Gothic visuals of the very movies it sends up . . .
There is a memorable scene in The Sopranos in which Tony vents his frustrations about ‘The Happy Wanderer’.
Tony hates those people, the kind who refuse to see the world in a cynical light and instead walk around whistling with a clear conscience and a stupid smile on their face. John Candy’s irrepressible Del Griffith – the unlikely hero of John Hughes’ greatest movie – is the personification of ‘The Happy Wanderer’, a man who accepts the negativity of modern day America with impervious good cheer. Del is kind, helpful and sincere. With him, what you see is what you get . . .
With your job, your kids and other real-life dilemmas, you probably don’t have time to plan the perfect getaway. Don’t fear! I can assist. I am a professional. My years of watching movies has prepared me for every imaginable situation. Join me as we go hunting for the perfect vacation abode…
Tarantino’s colossal opus is a near perfect movie. Although it unquestionably defined an era, it refuses to be tied to one, and in a bizarre journey via a 50s themed cafe known as Jack Rabbit Slims, we follow an Afro-wielding gangster and his 70s icon cohort, while an eclectic range of popular music traverses four decades, resulting in an enduring abstraction of time and place…
I decided I wanted to be a writer in the third grade when I created my first short story, Timmy the Turtle. Honestly, I didn’t believe I had a future, but my English teacher fell in love with it and hung it on the bulletin board. To a young schoolgirl, that was like having a New York Times best seller…
In the mid-1980’s, Michael Dudikoff shot to fame as Cannon’s most unlikely stealth assassin. For many martial arts fans, this was somewhat baffling. Not only did he lack basic martial arts training, he looked more like a teenage pin-up than a warrior trained in the Orient’s deadliest art form…
In many ways Fargo is the star of Fargo.
So detached from the savagery of modern life are its people that their salt-of-the-earth simplicity comes across as quite bizarre, and when contrasted with the stark and often brutal violence of the movie’s outsiders, we are plunged into an odyssey that is at once perverse and comical, exactly the kind of prodigious juxtapose that has made the Coen brothers so uniquely prominent as both writers and directors…
While watching the movie Roadhouse the other night, I decided to take a trip down memory lane and revisit several films to view their sex scenes. Why would I do this? It is very easy, I needed a good laugh.
For whatever reason, Hollywood seems to think that the average person is a yogi or contortionist. Sex scenes are designed to raise the room temperature, not create a potential ER visit. For example, one of the best scenes ever, in my opinion, is in the movie Body Heat…
