Bob McPhail 6:31 a.m., May 19
David Elliott is rested and ready following his post-Oscars period of mourning, and so here we go with Ralph "I Wasn't Always Voldemort" Fiennes' Coriolanus: "While never pleasurable, Coriolanus has austere power. It is a harsh warning about the price of power militarized, of fascist will substituting for law...This rhetoric is like ammo designed for fast kills, and the British accents don’t always help." Vanessa Redgrave is "the one figure in this crude, ugly Rome who seems fit for Plutarch or a painting by Jacques Louis David." Sounds like date night to me!
But then, there's always Frederick Wiseman's latest fly-on-the-wall doc Crazy Horse, about the Frenchy strip club with the Frenchy aspirations to art. "Ze bosoms, they are not ze point, comprends?" Yeah, yeah: "For all the stylish kick, beautifully photographed by John Davey, the core truth is seen when some girls audition in G-strings. They appear nakedly, nervously hopeful. They may dream of sexy glory. Maybe they just need the job."
No? You say you want a romantic comedy, heavy on the comedy? Friends with Kids will surely...disappoint. "Not afraid to put its worst foot forward, within two minutes Friends with Kids offers its first vagina joke. A minute later, a penis gag. Soon after, the first ha ha about poo poo. More follows..." Ah, poop. Is it ever not funny?
Of course, We Need to Talk About Kevin isn't exactly canoodling fare, either. "The film looks back after the slaughter with a slow drip of morbid significance." Need we say more? No, but we need read more. Click that link!