Pop, pop, fizz, fizz

Gummy with heartfelt folderol and overbearingly chummy, Fathers’ Day comes across like a feature-length expansion of its sniffle-and-giggle trailer. Prior to this teaming, Robin Williams and Billy Crystal had never been in a movie together–though, along with Whoopi Goldberg, they appear together annually on the televised Comic Relief fundraiser–so there…

Why, spy?

If you’re hankering to see a movie that sends up swinging ’60s London and Carnaby Street and vintage James Bond movies, don’t bother to check out Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery. What the movie mostly sends up is its star and screenwriter, Michael Myers. That’s not all bad: Myers…

Joe Bob Briggs

I have this friend Donovan who has a thing for flight attendants. You’d realize why right away if you got a look at Donovan. He’s one of those Gucci-loafer-hanging-halfway-off-the-foot sorta guys. He’s got a Movado watch that’s so expensive it doesn’t have hands OR digital readouts OR anything else on…

Star whores

In The Fifth Element, the all-knowing, all-powerful Supreme Being of the Universe turns out to be Leeloo (Milla Jovovich), an orange-haired babe in a skimpy, Band-Aid-thin mod outfit who speaks in a kind of Slavic scat and cries a lot. It’s as if the filmmakers started out to make a…

Thou shalt not suck

Judy Davis is often at her ravaged best when she’s playing women pulled apart by their own warring impulses. Torn between their isolating desire for freedom and their need for solace, the women in such films as High Tide, Husbands and Wives, The New Age, and A Passage to India…

Joe Bob Briggs

I ran into Rusty Tisworthy down at the pool hall, where he normally takes up space by making bets on how many times you can twist the wingnut on the bottom of a Mixmaster. And Rusty started tellin’ this nasty story about the sex he had last weekend, and lemme…

Taming Leo

When Masterpiece Theatre aired a multipart Anna Karenina to mark the novel’s centennial in 1977, the series producer, Joan Sullivan, said, “I think that great stories [like Tolstoy’s] are what the series is about.” Now Bernard Rose, the writer-director of the new movie version, talks about how lucky he was…

Divine madness

In Ellen Ousmano’s book Movies for a Desert Isle, in which film notables discuss the one movie they’d take along if stranded on…well, you get the picture…John Waters says, “I think I’d take a movie with me I’d never seen because that way it’d be a surprise.” Waters almost seems,…

Joe Bob Briggs

What two words at a cocktail party are guaranteed to make your eyes glaze over and your brain start throbbing like you were just shot up with three quarts of Lithium? “School board.” Listen to me: I DON’T WANNA HEAR ABOUT IT! OK? I’m sure it’s important and everything, but…

Rip-off

New-to-movies subjects are hard to come by, but Traveller has one: the inbred world of Irish grifters living in the backwoods of the American rural South. Clannish con artists descended from the Irish Tinkers, they fan out across the countryside pulling bogus home-repair jobs on unsuspecting, mostly elderly folk, and…

I love LAva

Volcano is set in Los Angeles, and audiences get high watching the city crash and burn. For L.A. haters, Volcano could prove a peak experience. You don’t even have to hate L.A. to enjoy it–love/hate will do. That’s why the film closes with Randy Newman’s “I Love L.A.,” a facetious…

Dead Heads

Remember this joke? Question: Want to know how you can lose 10 pounds of ugly fat? Answer: Cut off your head. Well, according to the press kit for 8 Heads in a Duffel Bag, the average human head–dead and drained of blood–weighs 4.4 pounds. I can’t imagine the heads of…

Joe Bob Briggs

Everybody’s been hacked off all week because Chubb Fricke showed up at the family reunion with his new mail-order wife from the Philippines. Actually, I’m not supposed to call her a mail-order wife ’cause it makes Chubb mad. He spent $1,200 on a plane ticket to go over there and…

The jokester gets his due

It’s refreshing that a film festival, at which independent movies are celebrated for their individuality at the same time distributors are courted for their establishment relationships, offers Jean-Luc Godard’s cynical Contempt, a dead-on dissection of the corrupting influence of “The Deal.” In the late ’50s and early ’60s, Godard was…

No Great Snakes

One of the biggest discussion topics among cinephiles these days–courtesy the recent Oscar season–is whether Hollywood is petering out because it can’t produce the kind of probing, intelligent films the independents are cranking out these days. The tragedy is, supposedly, that special-effects extravaganzas are all the studios know how to…

Signs of the times

Like other Gotham-based directors (Woody Allen, Martin Scorsese, Sidney Lumet), Paul Mazursky is a New Yorker who often makes movies (often about other New Yorkers), but that’s pretty much where their similarities end. You can look at practically any scene–sometimes any frame–from an Allen, Scorsese, or Lumet picture and instantly…

Celluloid narcissus

You won’t find a better paradigm for the polarities of opinion about British director Peter Greenaway than in Love and Hisses, a collection of picks and pans written by members of the National Society of Film Critics. Reviews of the filmmaker’s 1990 scatological comedy The Cook, The Thief, His Wife,…

Nazi love

When the original theatrical version of Das Boot was released 15 years ago, it ran just under two and a half hours and didn’t feature a single marquee name in its all-male cast. And it was in German. With subtitles. Did I mention that almost all of it took place…

Mia & Peter & Liza & Mazursky

The USA Film Festival follows Robert Redford’s Sundance Festival in Park Cities, Utah, by about three months. If you were to rank the importance of the USA Festival against Sundance among industry types and star-gazers, that distance would seem more like three million light years. And yet, as evidenced at…

Joe Bob Briggs

I had eight hours to kill one day, so I went to see The English Patient, just to find out what all the big hoo-haw is. Next time I’ll go to the Ukrainian karaoke bar. It’s less annoying. No wonder this thing won so many Oscars. It’s four movies all…

Catch her in the rye

Kevin Smith is an impassioned jokester. The young writer-director double-whammies the audience by filling in his stick figures with thick brush strokes. His first film, Clerks, was a no-budget goof featuring an entire miniature universe of slacker goons, but its main protagonist was a sweetly jerky lovelorn convenience store employee…

A killer

Don’t let the glut of movies about hit men stop you from seeing Grosse Pointe Blank. It’s not quite like any other movie–let alone one about a hit man. That may be because it’s a hit-man movie crossed with a high-school-reunion comedy, and the two genres mesh surprisingly well: It’s…