Is it the perfectly rounded snowballs, or maybe the way the flakes don't melt when they hit the skin? Whatever the reasons, SC2 is an autopilot Hollywood concoction lacking in imagination and authentic Christmas spirit, yet it's geared towards an audience full of masters of both — with Tim Allen.
Roger is an asshole. His nephew Nick doesn’t know this when he unexpectedly shows up asking for help with women in this educational buddy flick. Roger’s theories on the obtainment of women and director Dylan Kidd’s script are both of the so-crazy-that-they-might-actually-work variety — with Isabella Rossellini.
This film is overloaded with self-destruct modes, override codes and cocky Eddie Murphyisms discharged with machine-gun relentlessness. It's too bad Owen Wilson's refreshing, soft-spoken charm finds itself smothered by lame dialogue and Murphy's in-your-face whining.
This amazing last collaboration (1965) between director Akira Kurosawa and actor Toshiro Mifune is a three-hour super-soap opera about the emotional education of a callow young doctor under the tutelage of a gruff older one, set in a slum clinic in 19th century Japan. There's enough tragedy here – some of it devastating — for a half-dozen films.
Diners will find steaks of one grade only — prime, the most expensive and fattiest — plus beef in other forms, like short ribs, veal chops and calf’s liver, and lots of lobster. Chicken with french fries is $18, and it goes up from there, to $39 for a porterhouse or $20 per pound for a live lobster. Steaks come with a choice of sauces: port wine veal essence, béarnaise, morel, horseradish cream or Detroit zip. The hearty port sauce complements the flavorful steak perfectly.
This typical Claude Chabrol film is a suspense story with the suspense de-emphasized, an elegantly dark look at evil intruding into a world of bourgeois manners and mannerisms, less a whodunnit than a why-did-they-do-it, with the answer ultimately withheld — with Isabelle Huppert.