Film Clips

CITY OF ANGELS. Meg Ryan plays a doctor who operates on human hearts, but is--oh so ironically--unsure of the nature of her own. Nicolas Cage plays Seth, a creepy angel of God who falls in love with her. Though reportedly inspired by Wim Wenders' wonderful Wings of Desire, City of Angels has none of the intelligence or charm of its predecessor. Instead, Seth shambles around Los Angeles, following Meg Ryan, in a late-eighties trench coat, striking poses as though in an Aramis commercial. Who wants a guardian angel if all he does is stare at you, and touch you all the time? When Seth isn't stalking the good doctor, he's hanging out with the other angels, who are as thick as flies at the Public Library, where they "live." Living, in this case, consists of shuttling from one side of the library to the other with zombie-like detachment. I don't think anyone in the audience would have been surprised if the angels started feasting on human flesh like actual zombies, their salient characteristic being that they are not human (as opposed to, say, spiritual). Seth perks up a little when he becomes Meg Ryan's boyfriend, but overall this movie falls tantalizing close to the so-bad-it's-good-category, without actually making it over the hump. Not surprisingly, annoying drone/chant music is featured throughout.

Film Clips GINGERBREAD MAN. Director Robert Altman evokes a dark, gothic vision of the South in this adaptation of a John Grisham story. Kenneth Branaugh plays a lawyer who gets himself involved with a spooky waitress with a deranged stalker father. He tries to save her, but, predictably, she's not the helpless waif he thinks she is. The atmosphere in this movie is wonderful; a hurricane named Geraldo threatens the cast from beginning to end, and the countryside is perpetually choking on ash-colored Spanish moss. But the plot is limp and inconsistent, and isn't it time that we all faced the fact that lawyers make lousy heroes? --Richter

LOST IN SPACE. A family of scientists is sent into space with insufficient dialogue to fight alien spiders and plot-holes. The first half-hour is comically stupid, but boredom sets in after all the cute lines from the original television series have been used up. Nonetheless, this film deserves a special award for least cohesive cast: Putting Matt Leblanc, Mimi Rogers, William Hurt and Gary Oldman together is like casting Moe Howard, Katherine Hepburn, Laurence Olivier and the Great Glildersleeve in a remake of Dracula Vs The Wolfman. Be sure to keep track of the ratio of real dialogue to expository lines: For every "Watch out for the killer robot!" there's five "If my father wasn't a war hero I would have been able to lend emotional support to my son Billy Jr. when he was growing up as a boy genius in the ecologically challenged world we are forced to live in...." --DiGiovanna

MRS. DALLOWAY. Robin Williams stars as a man who can't get the courts to let him have time with his children, due to a messy divorce, so he dresses up in drag as a thick-framed older woman and gets hired as their nanny! Oh my god! Oh wait, that's Mrs. Doubtfire. Mrs. Dalloway stars Rupert Graves and Vanessa Redgrave in a very "grave" tale of people whose lives have complications, and then their complications have complications. It's complicated. Based on a Virginia Woolf novel, with lots of narration and flashbacks and minutiae about consciousness and the like. From the director of Antonia's Line.

MR. NICE GUY. In a stunning departure from his previous films, Jackie Chan plays a martial artist who must fight vicious criminals. He is aided in this pursuit by Gabrielle Fitzpatrick, who mysteriously drops out of the film about halfway through and is never seen again. But Mr. Nice Guy isn't about consistency of plot, character and setting, but rather about Chan doing things that could get him seriously injured. As usual, after the story ends the audience is treated to the outtakes wherein Chan actually is injured. There's nothing funnier than seeing a guy get his butt stuck in a garbage can--and then not be able to get it out!!! I think this is the first time that Chan has had to speak in English throughout a film, and he does an admirable job of acting like he knows what he's saying. Maybe he could give Ethan Hawke a lesson. --DiGiovanna

THE NEWTON BOYS. Richard Linklater directs that triumvirate of hunky studliness, Skeet Ulrich, Matthew McConaughey and Ethan Hawke. I'm biting down on my knuckles they're so fab. Julianna Marguiles, Vincent D'Onofrio, and Chloe Webb are also in there. The story follows some famous bank robbers called, get this, the Newton Boys. In between robberies they discover gravity. This is Linklater's first film that does not take place during a 24-hour period. Also part of the excitement of this movie: How will they wear their goatees? And will they touch their goatees while thinking about stuff? Oooooh.

PRIMARY COLORS. In this wide-ranging, thought-provoking movie, director Mike Nichols takes a hard look at how our political system methodically churns out idealistic hypocrites just aching to run the country. in This thinly disguised account of the 1992 Clinton primary campaign centers on Governor Jack Stanton (John Travolta), a manipulative skirt-chaser with a big, throbbing heart; his lovely wife Susan (Emma Thompson), a behind-the-scenes power player; and the starry-eyed Henry Burton (Adrian Lester), the campaign manager who wants to believe that Stanton truly cares about the common man. Governor Stanton's supporters stick by their man through bimbo flare-ups and a general array of dirty tricks, but they suffer from his lack of moral sense. Nichols raises some interesting questions about who believes in what, and why they even bother, without being pedantic about it. --Richter

SPECIES II. According to this movie, we shouldn't send astronauts to Mars, because apparently they'll be infected with alien DNA, come home, have dimly-lit sex with lots of large-breasted women, impregnate them, and then produce alien offspring that burst forth from the poor women's stomachs with the force of a massive, right-wing conspiracy. Then there'll be more nudity and violence and more nudity and violence and more nudity and violence, until sensitive parents are forced to remove their youngsters from the theater (oddly, the parents who did this when I saw Species II did it during the sex, and not the violence). In fact, this film has more naked people bumping in bed together than most HBO After Dark movies. Plus, the dialogue is so abysmal that normally astute character actor Michael Madsen just grunts all his embarrassing lines at Marg Helgenberger, who just shouts all her lines back. The weirdest part is that this abomination was directed by Peter Medak, who made such critically acclaimed films as The Ruling Class, Romeo is Bleeding, The Krays and the extremely dark and intelligent A Day in the Death of Joe Egg. That one is about a couple who must care for their severely brain damaged daughter. They pretend to speak for her, make odd little jokes in her uncomprehending presence, and debate whether or not it would be better to kill her. Not exactly the normal precursor for a space-porno-horror flick that features alien sex fiends and the highly naked "acting" of supermodel Natasha Henstridge. --DiGiovanna

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