I think we as a society can all agree that Ashton Kutcher is way more famous than he has any right to be.
The movie “Casino Jack” attempts to find the man behind the “jerk who got what was coming to him” sentiments, and while the results are mixed, it does provide an interesting window into the heights of corruption of the Bush years.
Love can make you do crazy things. Maybe it will make you overspend on a gift, or stay up all night talking on the phone, or repeatedly break out of a Texas penitentiary. OK, so that last one really only applies to Steven Russell, a real-life conman who kept escaping from jail just to be with the man he loved.
I had a good friend who carried his family and friends he grew up with like a millstone around his neck. It seemed he was destined to be swallowed up by all the drama and bad behavior they supplied since he was unwilling to get the heck out of Dodge (as I more colorfully advised).
The plot is elementary Hitchcock as Johnny Depp plays the classic role of the Wrong Man. He is Frank Tupelo, an American math teacher on vacation in Europe. On a train to Venice he meets Angelina Jolie, herself playing the classic role of the Mysterious Woman.
“Black Swan” takes us inside the rise and fall of a timid dancer named Nina Sayers. Nina is brilliantly played by Natalie Portman who endured a year’s worth of ballet boot camp in preparation for the role.
With “Dawn Treader” the filmmakers were a little more proactive and kept the story framed to a tight little quest and this movie comes out a quite a bit lighter on its feet.
Disney’s stable of animated princesses are a very big deal, both financially and culturally. Trust me, as the father of a 4-year-old girl, I consider myself as an expert on the subject.
Look, after six movies in the “Harry Potter” series you are either fully invested and are eager to see this thing through to the bitter end or you stopped caring so long ago that the only harry potter you know is the bearded dude down the street with the kiln.
George Clooney’s new movie is cleverly titled “The American,” most likely to point out the fact that Clooney is the only thing even remotely American about this film. From location to style to a cast list that reads like a World Cup roster, this flick is European through and through.