Searing sets and scads of scenesters at the Blowout pre-party ... The usual suspects and a few new faces seen at duelling music fests ... & Our dear Mr. Coston offers up the mother of all swan songs, forked tongue thoroughly planted in cheek.
It may lack the simple charm of the 1960 George Pal version, but this new Time Machine doesn't err on the side of wretched excess like the dreadful Mummy remakes. It's a middling variation on a theme whose essential awesomeness can't help but still generate a few electric kicks.
"Upscale casual" is how chef Michael Schmidt characterizes it, with a new menu that ranges from hamburgers and pizza to high-end entrées. The revamped interior is whimsical and eclectic, and the menu is much the same: lots of good stuff without a unifying theme. Hamburgers mingle with port wine reductions and arugula-stuffed trout. Pizzas are topped with duck and chevre. Although there is an emphasis on fish, the menu also offers chicken, steak, duck, veal and pork, as well as a daily vegetarian special.
Since, given its all-star British cast, one approaches Last Orders expecting a feast, its proper-lunch quality can't help but disappoint. The pacing is languid and the revelations are mostly muted, but this is a movie one may want to see for its once-in-a-lifetime ensemble: Michael Caine, Helen Mirren, Bob Hoskins, Tom Courtney, David Hemming and Ray Winstone.
Without melodrama or sentimentality, Iranian director Hassan Yektapanah has infused his first film with a realness that transcends any continental gaps, gently exposing the peculiar state of a human soul in a very different place. Beautiful!
Luis Buñuel's last film reflects the shifty and shifting mood of a seasoned absurdist, essentially jettisoning the femme fatale story for something more psychologically uncertain. It's Buñuel's last hardy chuckle at human folly and at the deluding veil of order we drape over our precarious lives.
Mira Nair’s latest film steadily blows the melodrama of an upper-middle-class Punjabi family circle through romance, comedy, tragedy and irony, rustling and rattling the clashing cultures of old and new India on the way. But it’s an overly ambitious feast with too many dishes — their quantity degrading their quality.