Erm...I mean, he’s middle-aged NOW, but he wasn’t middle-aged then.

No, but it’s possible that if he had succeeded, it would have benefited the greater good, regardless of how creepy and gross his motives and actions were. Which is pretty interesting.

If he’s our modern-day Bosley Crowther, then to whom is Anthony Lane analogous, modern-day-edly? I know he’s analagous to someone, I just can never quite put my finger on who it is...

Maybe we were meant to identify with him, just not...not as a hero. It’s such good satire because it holds up a mirror to the viewer and says “Hey, look - this is you. You know it is. Creep.” It wouldn’t have succeeded in doing this if it hadn’t had someone like Broderick in the role; it was pretty admirable of him to…

Love it - all of the things you mention are text, which somehow is mistaken for subtext. But totally agree, no revelations here. I remember seeing it in the theater and admiring how off-balance it made me feel. I still think it’s impressively incisive how it shows that Broderick’s jealousy and animus toward Flick is…

We live in a world which has learned to view satire as aspirational fiction, which is a logical outcome of “everyone’s pov is valid, you are your own best friend, tolerance is the key” etc. Not that those are bad things, but it has been kind of horridly fascinating watching this ethos develop over the last fifty years…

I understand flim. I think.

Right - like, at least there was a place for her, and she knew it, and she knew she was working toward it. As opposed to Broderick’s character, who was not going anywhere, and didn’t have his sights set any further than Flick.

I remember reading a rather in-depth analysis of this very thing when the movie was new-ish. I don’t recall if it was the focus of the whole article, or part of a larger write-up, but I do seem to recall this being the general conclusion at the time - that Broderick was a monster, and Witherspoon was - well, kind of…

Intriguin’, ain’t it?

Holy cow though...she’s totally gorgeous. Totally. She and Joanna Cassidy should do...ah...something together.

Kudos for noticing, that aspect of it was kind of a big deal at the time.

And “Cannonball Run” was...ok, it had its moments.

Christopher Reeve’s Superman is perfection, of course - as is his Clark Kent. But in literally any other role, “stiff” is the perfect word to describe him. Stiff as a board, a great big tall handsome stiff. It’s definitely a quality which serves the Superman character well, but not any other.

You know, we’re also comparing domestic cats to wild cats. While it’s clear that they are all kitties, and they act like kitties, it’s entirely plausible that domestic cats have picked up some things for their repertoire of expressions over the centuries of their domestication which lions wouldn’t have. They are…

The funnest part of being a cat lover is how their expressions DON’T change in response to most stimuli. Yes, their eyes narrow when they’re contented, and widen when they’re surprised or engaged, and that’s about it for expression. But, say, when they’re doing something mildly “naughty”, or have just done something,…

When I saw PSYCHO in the theatre for the first time, I really debated - I mean, I’d seen it countless times on video, and loved it, but did I really need to see it again?

That’s what makes JAWS so great - no matter how much someone thinks they’ve “absorbed” from the movie’s having become part of the popular culture, or they’re like “No, but I’ve seen the sequels” (as if that had anything to do with JAWS!) they (in my experience) LOVE it the first time they see it, especially if it’s in…

It wouldn’t be the voice of my god, that’s for darn tootin’ sure.

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