The Pink Panther. David Niven and Claudia Cardinale skiing in Cortina d'Ampezzo. Claudia wearing Yves St. Lauren. Drinks by the fire while Fran Jeffries does impromptu musical routines. Capri pants and fuzzy jumpers. I want to go to there.

That name is the worst threesome ever.

Nice to know that past musical genres are being cataloged before they disappear altogether.

This is this. This ain't something else. This is this. From now on, you're on your own. Get going, you'll be late for kindergarten.

The Silent Partner. With Christopher Plummer as a psychotic Santa.

But I'm a Molly Mormon. The first LGBT LDS movie.

Yet as a ghost she wouldn't shut up.

Nah, they were lame until Neil Young joined.

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What a lost opportunity. Radcliffe should be playing Frankenstein. He's young enough to pass for a university student. An attempt at something closer to Mary Shelley's original would be interesting. Now we get Igor as a genius pretty boy backstory.

John Carpenter excels at re-imagining Howard Hawks' re-imaginings of Rio Bravo.

You don't need to see that news item.
Those weren't spoilers you were looking at.
Just go about your business.

I liked it despite having zilch interest in motor racing. What fascinated me was all the infighting and politics. As much drama off the track. (Although that might be true of all sport, come to think of it).

Bob Hope: A Life Cut Short.

Your avatar is appropriate for that opinion in so many ways.

On the last film's Wikipedia page you'll find: " Criticism was directed at the special effects, performances, pacing, and character designs…its gloomy and humorless tone, lack of dynamic between the titular characters…"

4th time's the charm.

Academy voters: "Ava who?"

Saddest quote: One director confessed that she actually hides her child, refusing to
put a photo of her son on Facebook, fearing ‘‘it could end my career.’’

Skip this and just watch the documentary of the same name. The real story from the real people undiluted by any Hollywood hokum.