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One might have thought they took a wrong turn and landed in Hollywood last night as the 13th Annual Virginia Film Festival kicked off with a gala opening at the Bayly Art Museum.
Well, it was bound to happen. Surely Hollywood was going to have its say during this year's election season. DreamWorks' entry into the fray is "The Contender," a rousing drama penned by writer-director Rod Lurie for actress Joan Allen. Flawed though his work may be, the muse that inspired it is at the top of her game.
The Antrobus family certainly faces some trying times, but the drama department that brings them to life could not have started off its new season on a more triumphant note.
Nice guys do finish last, but that's a good thing. At least it was to Eddie (pictured above), who won half a million dollars as the last man standing in CBS' "Big Brother" house.
Poor Grace is in quite a pickle. Her husband has chosen to go sky diving sans parachute and has left the Cornish village society maven with no way to pay off all of his debt and still hold onto her gorgeous home. What's a poor widow to do?
An actress stands alone onstage, waiting in the dark. As the footlights come up, we see that she does not have a single article of clothing on. The woman, Jodie (played by Aviva Jane Carlin), begins to tell jokes, most of which are mildly funny. The audience laughs, a little too loudly.
There is no working filmmaker today with a better ear for his films than Cameron Crowe. In addition to the writer-director's eternally quotable dialogue and pauses placed so carefully they stand up to the work of Harold Pinter, he also has the firmest grasp on how to use music to bolster a film.
I'll be honest. I feel duped. I pride myself on being a cynic, but somewhere along the way I got my hopes up only to have them trounced upon once again.
It's a topic we avoid like the plague, especially the nearer we get to our graduation day: What will become of us? Will the top scholars continue down the path to success? Will the relationships we make last? And, most importantly, what will happen to our love lives?
Soap operas are an interesting, under-appreciated phenomenon. They find a captive audience in people who live vicariously through the exaggerated and interwoven storylines, and the viewers in turn find companionship in the daily presence of the characters they come to know.
Labor Day weekend usually heralds two things: marked down prices in all stores (except, of course, the University Bookstore) and the end of summer reruns.
I'm not one of those people who watches "Who Wants to Be a Million- aire?" religiously. In fact, I'd rather put the show on mute than have to listen to its dramatic music and the contestants' stream-of-consciousness deliberations. So for me, the nine o'clock hour on Sunday nights was a respite between "The Simpsons" and "The Practice."
It's not often that my taste intersects with that of the mainstream. So imagine my surprise -- not to mention my elation -- to discover that the entire country latched on to my not-so-guilty pleasure this summer, the insta-hit "Survivor!"
There's a lot of spectacle involved in the new blockbuster "X-Men," but the most spectacular thing about the whole movie was Halle Berry. Playing Storm, one of several mutants who work as superheroes to protect ordinary humans from the evil that opposing mutants plan to inflict, Berry is billed as the film's biggest star.
"There's Something About Mary" was the best thing that ever happened to the Farrelly brothers - but perhaps it was the worst thing as well.
He based an entire career on snarls, grimaces and pouts. And we laughed with him all the way.
Just like "Titanic" did, "The Perfect Storm" invites all sorts of witty insults that apply to a disaster movie set in the big blue: phrases like "gets lost at sea," "faces turbulent waters," "can't stay afloat." "Storm" might come close at times, but it never fully earns such scorn. And so I'll refrain from such puns for the rest of this review.
There's a lot of spectacle involved in the new blockbuster "X-Men," but the most spectacular thing about the whole movie was Halle Berry. Playing Storm, one of several mutants who work as superheroes to protect ordinary humans from the evil that opposing mutants plan to inflict, Berry is billed as the film's biggest star.
Everyone's life is worthy of its own movie. Nobody goes through this world without connecting, and everyone feels the heartbreak of loss and the ecstasy of triumph. So it's a shame that a life as adventurous and extraordinary as Kuki Gallmann's makes for such a shallow movie.
Remember those people back in high school who always scowled as they walked past happy couples with roses and chocolates on Valentine's Day? The ones who justified their sour moods by saying that love was just a fleeting, meaningless word?