Men in Tights is Mel Brooks’ genre spoof on Robin Hood. The screenwriters found some entertaining ways to make sure the audience was up with the story.
Ridley Scott’s telling of the Robin Hood story feels like the post-financial crisis version. This is Robin Hood as Everyman.
My son bought Boss Baby as mindless background while he did some work. As mindless background it was probably OK. As a film, not so much.
Man Up was like watching the bastard child of Notting Hill and Bridget Jones’ Diary. Despite that, there are things to like, notably Lake Bell’s kooky performance.
Monkey Business isn’t quite screwy enough to be a screwball comedy. But Cary Grant, Ginger Rogers and Marilyn Monroe make it oddball enough.
I stumbled across Grease on TV. I didn’t realise how much I hated it and its endless parade of US high school film cliches.
Race washes lightly through the 1951 second remake of the musical Show Boat without ever touching the sides.
I’ve finally figured out the bicycle sequence in Butch Cassidy. Butch and Sundance are running away from the future. Literally.
Ian McKellen plays the famous detective at 93, long retired to a house on the south coast. Holmes as a study in the dying of the light.
I’d expected this to be more sentimental than it was. P.L.Travers never forgave Walt Disney for his version of Mary Poppins because he’d trampled on her childhood.