Graeme Clifford directs Christian Slater, Steven Bauer and Richard Herd in this skateboarding neo-noir where a rebellious teen investigates his foster brother’s murder.
There’s a surprising overflow of plot and character work here for a fad flick essentially made to show off Tony Hawk and his crew doing loads of cool tricks… sometimes in a Christian Slater wig. It is a mish-mash of tones and entertainment but as an artefact it is pretty cute.
Raine Allen-Miller directs David Jonsson, Vivian Oparah and Simon Manyonda in this black British romcom where two dumped young people share a day in South London together.
Sweet if slightly overrated. Essentially a well observed sitcom with a (hopefully) star making turn from a fresh Vivian Oprah. Good Peckham location work all captured with a declarative use of the fish eye lens and sploshes of vibrant colour. Decent.
Jerry Zucker directs Rowan Atkinson, Whoopi Goldberg and Jon Lovitz in this zany comedy where a group of strangers race across country to reach a hidden fortune.
It’s Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World for Generation X. The first act is a dud but it gets better and better. The squirrel lady. The bus full of Lucys. Hitler’s car. The various domino rallies build and build from those small beginnings to genuine massive laughs. Welcome smaller turns from John Cleese, Amy Smart and Smash Mouth. Jon Lovitz’s exclamation of the innocuous line “I don’t want to work in Hooome Deeepot!” is a thing of true cinematic beauty. At times in intended bad taste, other times gloriously orchestrated… this feels very much the lost gem of broad, mainstream Hollywood comedy.
John Fortenberry directs Will Ferrell, Chris Kattan and Molly Shannon in this comedy following two dumb brothers who are into the LA nightclub scene but too obnoxious to realise how unwelcome they are in the clubs they frequent.
Wayne’s World and Tommy Boy have a lot to answer for. This is a one joke movie and British audiences weren’t around when the joke being rehashed had its moment in the zeitgeist. There’s very little to absorb here if you didn’t watch SNL in the Nineties. Molly Shannon is the glimmer of hope and then the story does her dirty and makes her the villain. What are laughs, baby don’t hurt me, baby don’t hurt me… no more.
Uli Edel directs Madonna, Willem Dafoe and Joe Mantegna in this erotic courtroom thriller where a lawyer must defend a sexy lady who is accused of killing a millionaire with her rumpy pumpy.
It seemed every movie Madonna made got a knee jerk kicking. And while there are very few classics, not all of them deserve their instantly stinky reputation. Sharon Stone went through the same critical grinder post-Basic Instinct. And I wouldn’t want to live in a world without Sliver and The Quick And The Dead. Nineties movie reviewers seemed pretty reactionary – female stars who traded in explicit sex acts on screen were met with a predictable, blinkered misogyny. And that brings us to Body Of Evidence. A more cartoonish Basic Instinct that takes the femme fatale mystery in front of a judge, has extreme and sustained simulated sex and looks consistently beautiful. There’s more kink than Verhoeven’s masterwork and far more flesh on show. Madonna is very game in an uninhibited performance. Her noir throwback costuming is on point and when it comes off you’d struggle to say the footage isn’t arousing. Sure, I’ll admit the plot is pulp hokum and the ending has been disappointingly and obviously reshot to conform to conservative Hollywood mores… yet this has a tip top cast, playing a trashy hook straight faced and delivering the sexy goods. Low bar but Body of Evidence actually proves one of the best examples of its short-lived sub-genre and deserves a kinder set of eyes on rediscovery. It delivers.
John Bonito directs John Cena, Kelly Carlson and Robert Patrick in this action thriller where a dishonourably discharged marine’s wife is kidnapped (eventually) by an evil gang of crooks on the run.
Dishonourably discharged for being too goddamn All-American heroic, by the way. This is a stinker. Should be a neat little Hard Target rip-off where a lunk rampages in the backwaters but does everything but stick to that brief. The explosions are regular and visually arousing. Robert Patrick plays his villain role like he owns it. That aside The Marine is lowest common denominator slop that can’t even reach its own short bar. Surprised Cena has been starring in product for this long. Better things were to come but he’s no The Rock or Rowdy Piper. This isn’t a vehicle so much as an unassembled kit car.
Michael Hoffman directs Sally Field, Kevin Kline and Elisabeth Shue in this farce comedy where a TV soap opera’s off-camera bed hopping and back stabbing is more turbulent than the zany plots of the show.
I remember renting this VHS from Variety Video as the cast in 1991 absolutely slapped. The movie wastes so much time and energy setting up an ending that felt like a letdown then and plays in awkward bad taste now. There’s so little to like here and you just wish Kline, Goldberg and Downey Jnr had better lines to deliver. The Almodóvar inspired opening credit sequence is the only time your goodwill is recompensed.
Glenn Gordon Caron directs Jennifer Aniston, Jay Mohr and Kevin Bacon in this romantic comedy where an advertising creative uses a photo of a wedding guest to pretend she has a boyfriend.
AI generated feature films existed all the way back in 1997.
Adrian Lyne directs Tim Robbins, Elizabeth Peña and Danny Aiello in this mind bending classic horror where a Vietnam veteran begins to see flashes of a demonic underworld in the shadows and alleyways of New York.
Full throttle disturbing. If there isn’t an elliptical nightmare shot momentarily glimpsed here that doesn’t chill you to your bone then maybe you are the devil. Elizabeth Peña = hot. A wonderful whispery shouty performance by Danny Aiello. Bonkers conspiracy narrative. Lyne’s masterpiece and up there with Fire Walk With Me and Se7en as one of the most scarring American horror flicks of the Nineties. If only he made another horror?
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