Cry Me a River
There are moments in The Whale that aren't terrible, but most of it is cheap melodrama. Actors sweep into Brendan Fraser's cluttered apartment to spill hot angry tears and cling desperately to his generous proportions like he's a golden statuette.
Deep-seated expressions of wounded resentment fly out of their mouths without any provocation. They walk in pitched at 10 and walk out at 11. I had the feeling these people couldn't order a coffee without getting…
Breakfast at Tiffany’s is a bit of an anomaly. It's a film that is frightened of its own material.
The reasons are manifold. Capote (who wrote the novella) wanted Marilyn Monroe for the part of Holly Golightly; the weed-smoking alcoholic prostitute who has a casual affair with a gigolo writer. The studio wanted Hepburn, whose image was less sexually overt and more dignified. Audrey’s prostitute needed to be enigmatic, so the more salacious material in the story was dropped. Meanwhile,…
