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Nobody takes a beating better than Mel Gibson. Bruised and bloodied, kicked around and shot at, his deadpan glare cuts right through all the violence -- straight to the bitter punchline. It's something he has mastered in many a film; with "Payback" he seems to have built a movie around it.
Early on in "Stepmom," Julia Roberts' character tries to buy her boyfriend's children off by giving them a puppy. It's a cheap trick designed to win the kids' affection without making any real emotional connection, hoping the novelty will hold.
"And you've just stabbed an audience member!"
"Snake Eyes" is a painfully bad movie. It would just be a bad movie, but the first 15 minutes are so fantastic that every cringe-inducing plot twist and dull set piece that follow only serve as a reminder to how quickly the film went downhill.
We would all like to believe that Ken Larson's "Rent" simply exploded out of the young composer's mind onto the stage, capturing an entire generation's love, angst and dreams in one felt swoop. But the truth is Larson's rock opera was merely a rough draft when he handed it over to producers, and it would endure four years of workshopping, reworking and editing before it finally hit the stage.
The Goo Goo Dolls, Marcy Playground, Fuel and more will be coming to the Upper Valley for 99 Rockfest, an outdoor concert, on August 14.
The Hopkins Center. It stands at the edge of campus, across from the Green -- a display of urban architecture in the midst of all the red brick buildings and rural New England landscape. But it carries with it more than just the look of the city, but all the cultural outlets associated with it.
This term's Film Society series -- with the theme of Dynamic Duos -- features two of last year's Oscar nominees for best picture, two of this year's most praised and hardest to find independent films, two sleeper hits about dancing and, God help us, two Leonardo DiCaprio films.
A unanimous groan of discontent must have risen up across the nation as "Seinfeld" had its much-hyped finale last night.
It was never a show about nothing. It was always about the things that mattered -- food, sex and TV (preferably all together).
The Steve Miller Band and the Indigo Girls will be playing in concert at the College on April 2 and April 24, respectively.
About two-thirds of the way through "Palmetto" -- a steamy film noir about lust, money and revenge -- it becomes more than clear that it is nothing but an R-rated version of "Who Framed Roger Rabbit," without the animation.
Three-time Academy Award-winning writer-director Oliver Stone added the Dartmouth Film Award to his list of accomplishments on Saturday night.
Whatever you do, do not call Oliver Stone a conspiracy theorist.
Psychologist and homicide detective Dr. Alex Cross is back in James Patterson's "Cat & Mouse," but is he chasing the killer or is it the other way around?
Oliver Stone, the three-time Academy Award-winning writer-director of such films as "Platoon" and "JFK," will come to the College January 24 to receive the Dartmouth Film Award in Spaulding Auditorium.
"The Ice Storm" is about a 1970s suburban family, but it is not "The Brady Bunch." It is about what we all know was prevalent between takes on the set of "The Brady Bunch:" partner swapping, sexual experimentation and giant bongs.
'The Jackal' is a competent thriller. The acting is competent. The directing is competent and the writing is competent. But there is nothing spectacular or original in this cat-and-mouse thriller, it merely goes through the motions and eventually falls prey to its own contrived plot.
'Starship Troopers' is the most gleefully stupid movie of the year, and certainly one of the most entertaining. It is a high-tech, sci-fi romp across the galaxy which is so blatantly cheesy you feel embarrassed for liking it so much.