Troop Beverly Hills has everything you could possibly want in a couch movie: nostalgia, laughs, great outfits, a few just-shy-of-maudlin heartwarming moments—and Shelley Long giving a comedic performance that (I am only half kidding when I say this) deserves every single award in existence.
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Like all of Cassavetes’ films, A Woman Under the Influence is a story about love: loving others so intensely you lose yourself, loving an idealized version of someone else, loving the past, loving the idea of love. It’s also a story that asks if love alone can solve tremendous challenges—can grow and change over the years and still remain, can supersede outsiders’ judgement, can withstand betrayal.
Mean Girls is a time capsule filled with clothing that defined not just the year 2004, but how it felt to be an American teenager in 2004—the Juicy Couture tracksuits, the Seven for All Mankind jeans and heart-shaped Return to Tiffany & Co. charm necklaces, the teeny tiny rainbow monogrammed Louis Vuitton bags and equally miniscule miniskirts.
It’s always winter in Warren Beatty's Reds, and someone is always thinking about the future. It’s always winter, and someone is always fighting, someone is always hoping, someone is always gritting their teeth and doing the work.
Peter Bogdanovich's 1975 jukebox musical comedy At Long Last Love ultimately can’t stray too far from its champagne-colored view of the world—best pour yourself a glass and join in. Come on: it’s delightful, it’s delicious, it’s de-lovely.
The older I get, the more I find myself impressed by Audrey Hepburn as an actor who was great in spite of her packaging; by the evolution of her raw and untrained talent over the span of her relatively short career; and most of all, by the undeniably prickly undercurrent of her most iconic films.
Sneakers is a film about a lot of things: ever-advancing modern technology, personal privacy in the earliest days of the digital age, still-frosty international relations of the post-Cold War era, guys being dudes, and the ways in which the American government—to put it broadly—sucks.
Maybe I’m being hyperbolic here, but does anyone better exemplify sex, drugs, and rock and roll than Fleetwood Mac?
If much of Jane Fonda’s life both before and after was marked by losses of her own identity, Klute captures a rare and specific transitional moment.
When I watch Harry and Sally stroll through Central Park, I think to myself, If I could just find a way to crawl inside this movie, inside this version of New York, I could be okay.
In allowing room for all the angles that motivate Amy, Enlightened asks us to consider the things that drive us, and ask ourselves: Do they make our fight any less valid if our hearts are in the right place?
Where in previous summers Paul Simon’s Concert in the Park was a gleeful way to keep post-concert blues at bay between shows, now it’s a constant battle to try not to cry while listening to it.












