Garrett Harris noon, Sept. 1
So I went and saw Shame: "Shame succeeds less as a work of dramatic fiction than of cinematic pathology. Sort of an illustrated medical casebook — a clinically minded viewer might be tempted to check off the symptoms as they appear." Still, what a list! London Boulevard was pretty good, though "the cast is what carries things in this hoary story of an ex-con trying to make a break with his past." And New Year's Eve proved an unhappy holiday, except for a wonderful turn from Michelle Pfeiffer.