Film Clips

COOKIE'S FORTUNE. Director Robert Altman comes back strong in this quiet story about confused relations in a southern town. Charles Dutton turns in a career performance as Willis Richland, who is falsely accused of murder when Camille Orcutt (Glenn Close) rearranges things at the scene of her aunt's suicide. Julianne Moore gives even better than her usual turn as Camille's deranged, thespian sister. Also featuring the ubiquitous Chris O'Donnell (perhaps most tragically known for his role as Robin), the fetching Liv Tyler, the under-appreciated Ned Beatty and the indescribable Lyle Lovett.
--DiGiovanna

Film Clips ED TV. A 34-year-old loser accepts an offer from a failing cable company to have his life broadcast 24-7. Though there are some good jabs at the loss of privacy occasioned by modern media, the plot gets muddied in a trite and sexist romance story. Bonus: Director Richie Cunningham casts his old pal Ralph Malph in a throw-away charity role! Sadly, Potsie and the Fonz couldn't make it. --DiGiovanna

THE DEEP END OF THE OCEAN. Michelle Pfeiffer has a lot of veins in her head, and they're out in full force, bulging and pulsating to the violin on the musical score. She's in middle-class-mom mode as Beth, a woman who looks stunning in pastels and loses her 3-year-old son in a hotel. This affects her entire life and family, but more importantly, allows for the introduction of the inexplicable character of Candy Bliss (Whoopi Goldberg). The only black woman in an otherwise white world, Candy pops in and out as a cop who happens to be a lesbian. She's not just different from Beth and her husband Pat (Treat Williams), she's really different. She probably got high marks from the PC ratings board, but she still doesn't make any more sense than the enigmatic title. Anyway, people are sad, the boy is found, he eats some pizza and the family is restored. I can't wait for Deep of the Ocean 2, where Beth, Pat and Candy go shopping at Wal-Mart. --Higgins

GO. Go see Go. No, really. I expected this sophomore effort from Swingers director Doug Liman to suck, what with its MTV-ready cast and trendy feel. But guess what? It completely fails to suck. (I hope that gets quoted on an advertisement.) The film tells the same story from three perspectives, repeatedly going back to the same event to re-start itself, and each version is very successful. The first tells of a drug deal gone wrong (just once I'd like to see a movie with a drug deal gone right...I've known of quite a few real drug deals, and most of them worked out A-okay); the second is a crime farce set in Las Vegas, and the third and best is the story of two male lovers who star in a TV cop show, and wind up involved with a creepy Amway-dealing police officer and his libidinous wife (played by Ally McBeal's Jane Krakowski). The three stories intersect and the film is tied up as neatly as a Japanese bow. Featuring hot young things Sarah Polley, Katie Holmes, Jay Mohr and Scott Wolf. --DiGiovanna

GOODBYE LOVER. For a couple of weeks, various strange people have been asking me if I'm married. No, I'm not married, but only because Patricia Arquette's personal secretary won't give her my letters and phone messages. In Goodbye Lover, Arquette cements her reputation as one of the finest actors of the American theatre by engaging in Nazi leather sex with Don Johnson and a jar of pitted olives. This film about murder, double indemnity and double crosses works as well as any film noir--if you're willing to swallow the few far-fetched plot twists it gives back with lots of sleazy action. A big bonus is Ellen Degeneres, who's hilarious as the cynical police detective investigating a murder and occasionally putting Arquette into a series of aesthetically pleasing bondage poses. And any movie that includes the line "fuck me like a little Republican" deserves our national gratitude.
--DiGiovanna

LOST AND FOUND. This David Spade comedy is a mixed bag. On the plus side is David Spade, who delivers a series of cruel, yet self-deprecating, one-liners that are almost always funny. On the other is the over-worked story of the guy who engages in stalker-like behavior in order to win a woman whose only appealing characteristic is her extreme beauty. The role of Extreme Beauty is played by Sophie Marceau, who's extremely good at looking beautiful. She won the Cesar Award (the French Oscar) for "Most Looking-Beautiful Woman-Type Creature" (that's a roughly literal translation). She plays the romantic comedy version of the ideal girlfriend: she's hot, she speaks French, and she's willing to date assholes. If the movie was just Sophie Marceau being painfully fly and David Spade being painfully funny it'd be a four-star knock-out, but unfortunately there's also a plot about a missing diamond ring, a pile of dog poop, a struggling businessman who's willing to act zany to get a loan, and, of course, the romantic pleasures of lying, stalking, and felony breaking and entering.
--DiGiovanna

THE MATRIX. Keanu Reeves, Lawrence Fishburne and some B-listers discover that the world is a computer simulation and that they can reprogram themselves with abilities beyond the ken of normal folk. They dodge bullets, leap across tall buildings and fly through the air and the whole thing looks so cool you'll forget about the plot holes and story-flow problems and just have an eye-candy good time. --DiGiovanna

NEVER BEEN KISSED. What an unexpected Beverly Hills, 90210 reunion! David Arquette (remember Diesel, the girlfriend-beating keyboard player?), Cress Williams (a.k.a. D'Shawn Hardell, token minority/basketball player/fan of Donna Martin), and Jeremy Jordan (teen Vanilla Ice, on the 90210 soundtrack album) team up for Never Been Kissed, 60610: the Chicago years! In the midst of all this fun is the woman once rumored to be Shannen Doherty's replacement, Drew Barrymore. This week's topic has to do with self-love. Poor awkward Josi (Barrymore), a mid-20s copy editor for the Chicago Tribune, gets a writing assignment to go undercover as a high-school senior and find the real scoop on teens. Josi is unable to approach the story objectively because she was tormented throughout her secondary education as the class geek, and she has frequent flashbacks that make her vomit. She confronts her demons with the help of her brother Rob (Arquette), and finally finds self-confidence through the acceptance of the popular kids, including the dreamy Guy (Jordan). --Higgins

THE OUT-OF-TOWNERS. In the half-full auditorium where I watched this dismal comedy, only one viewer really seemed to be enjoying herself. If you're undaunted by those odds, read on. Steve Martin and Goldie Hawn play the Clarks, a middle-aged couple from Ohio who travel to New York City for a job interview. They encounter one problem after another during the course of the wackiest 24 hours of their poorly sketched-out lives; they get mugged on the mean streets, unintentionally solicit an audience while having sex in Central Park (yuck, Steve, close your mouth!) and accidentally take hallucinogenic drugs. Both roles are thinly written, yet narrative interest relies upon spectators actually caring about what happens to them. Like I said, one was the lucky number at my screening. I myself had better things to think about, like how far the walk is to the bathroom at those darn monster-plexes.
--Higgins

VELVET GOLDMINE. A beautiful "fairy" tale, and deep eulogy to shallowness, Velvet Goldmine is a trippy look at the Glam Rock era. Fictionalized versions of David Bowie, Iggy Pop and Brian Eno take center stage in a world spawned by the magical gemstones of Oscar Wilde, where style always wins in the end, and all that glitters is gay. A flamboyant rock star who lived in terror of not being misunderstood is sought by a reporter and ex-fan 10 years after his mysterious disappearance. Director Todd Haynes uses homosexual Barbie dolls, swirling feathers, glowing green aliens and wardrobes that would embarrass Liberace to craft a Brother's Grimm version of the '70s. Starring the shockingly beautiful Johnathon Rhys-Meyers as a David Bowie stand-in, and Ewan McGregor as a guy who doesn't need a light saber. --DiGiovanna


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