Movies about attractive twentysomethings sitting around talking about themselves have been all the rage lately. You could take everything that happens in Slacker, Reality Bites, Clerks, Before Sunrise, Bodies, Rest & Motion, Sleep With Me, and Barcelona and pack it into one movie and you still wouldn’t have as much…

I live in South Miami. The Fort Lauderdale International Film Festival has always bugged me because it presents a nasty dilemma: I love movies, but I hate to drive. In the past, my I-95 aversion has usually won out. And I’m fairly comfortable making the assumption that I’m not the…

Some nights you get lucky. Writer-director John Rubino’s debut film, Lotto Land, sneaked into town as quietly as a balsero. I attended the preview screening not because I particularly wanted to see the film — I knew nothing about it and the title didn’t make the movie sound promising –…

It’s always nice to see a local gal making a name for herself in the world of big-time professional filmmaking. Coral Park Senior High and UM drama department alumna Mel Gorham has had, in her own words, “nothing but great luck with directors.” After acting in only six pictures (the…

At one point in the witless but well-acted Copycat, Sigourney Weaver’s character, a criminal psychologist named Helen Hudson who specializes in serial killers, delivers a lecture on mass murderers to a packed auditorium. Hudson says, “The FBI estimates there could be as many as 35 serial killers cruising for their…

Angela Bassett cuts a striking figure in Strange Days. Defiant, chiseled facial features. Sculpted bod. Feral sensuality in her eyes and the confident grace of an athlete in her movement. But once you get past that fierce, riveting appearance and the novelty of a woman playing the strongest, toughest character…

We safely can assume that Hollywood will experience shortages of UV rays, earthquakes, and Porsche-driving studio executives before the town runs out of formulaic crap plots for pseudo-trash murder mysteries. Lately, however, a disproportionate share of the cinematic flotsam seems to flow from the prolific pen of a single writer:…

After a short deliberation, I have reached a verdict: This fall movie season, though barely half over, already has acquitted itself as one of the most successful in recent memory. Led by The Usual Suspects (my early frontrunner for movie of the year), with the current fall crop Hollywood has…

I don’t know if men are from Mars and women are from Venus, but anyone who doubts that we hail from different planets should attempt to discuss with a member of the opposite sex the film How to Make an American Quilt. This is not just another women’s movie. It’s…

Following the breakout success of 1992’s Under Siege and 1993’s The Fugitive, director Andrew Davis could have had his pick of just about any action movie project his heart desired. Instead he opted for Steal Big, Steal Little, a misguided comic morality play about twin brothers (both played by Andy…

A black Philip Marlowe: It’s an idea so simple you wonder why nobody thought of it sooner. Writer-director Carl Franklin’s sensational Devil in a Blue Dress casts Denzel Washington in the role of hard-boiled, soon-to-be private investigator Ezekiel “Easy” Rawlins in the film adaption of Walter Mosley’s absorbing debut novel…

Fans of Harold Robbins and Jacqueline Susann rejoice! With his excruciatingly moronic script for Showgirls, screenwriter Joe Eszterhas (Flashdance, Basic Instinct) strips off all the layers of pseudo-social conscience that informed his two collaborations with director Costa-Gavras (Betrayed and Music Box) and exposes himself as the heir apparent to Susann’s…

Movies about people making movies bug me. Sure, writing professors always tell you to “write what you know,” and what filmmakers purport to know is how to make films. But I suspect that advice was formulated back in the good old days, when guys such as Hemingway lived real lives…

I’ll be the first to admit that I didn’t get Safe, the latest haunting study of an afflicted soul from writer-director Todd Haynes (Superstar, Poison). But I’m not sure I — or anyone else — was supposed to understand it. Haynes is one of those artists who uses conflicting symbols…

Film schools across the country should use Last of the Dogmen as a sort of final exam. If, after viewing the film for fifteen minutes, a student can’t come up with more than half the dialogue every character will speak before he or she utters it, that would-be filmmaker has…

There are two ways of looking at The Innocent (no relation to the 1976 Luchino Visconti powerhouse or the 1985 British production, both of which have the same title). You can write it off as a horribly acted, pretentiously directed, inconsistently paced, drearily written exercise in Cold War espionage with…

I don’t know, you tell me: In 1995, how big a deal is it for a pair of (presumably) straight actors best known for lady-killing and macho action roles to play drag queens on-screen? (I’m talking indisputably gay characters, not heteros-in-heels like Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon in Some Like…

A half-dozen case-hardened cops crack dark jokes over the corpse of a young black clocker (crack dealer). The bullet that killed him passed through the kid’s T-shirt, which, ironically, bears the legend “I will kill you” under a line drawing of a gun. “Someone musta read it backwards,” deadpans one…

I suppose the mere fact that I’ve never seen a movie quite like Desperado should qualify as a high compliment. After all, these days so many movies seem like so many other movies, which seemed like so many others before them, that a little originality deserves praise in and of…

Papa McMullen was an oul-bollocks. He drank. He beat Mom. He died. Mom’s eyes barely had dried from the funeral service when she announced her decision to pack off to Ireland to live with the man she had really loved for all those years. Her parting advice to her three…