"Julia and Richard are charming, although some reviewers have complained that they seem too movie-star-ish. Excuse me? Does anyone really want to see believable small-town folks onscreen? Real small-town folks go to the movies to get away from their trailers and alcoholic neighbors, not to recognize them...."
An incomplete (but growing) collection of the "beloved and irresponsible" film critic's work for Premiere magazine that hasn't already been compiled in book form.
To read the columns from Premiere on this blog, click on any scanned page, then right-click to download it as a JPEG that can be magnified on your desktop so you don't get a headache squinting at all of Libby's great one-liners. (Alternately, you can right-click to open a page in a new tab on your browser and magnify it that way.) I never worked for Premiere, so if you're a copyright owner and would like Libby's columns to be removed from this blog, please contact me at rwcass@gmail.com. They're meant for informational purposes only, I promise. (Well, they're also meant to make you laugh, but you get the idea.)
Showing posts with label 1999. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1999. Show all posts
October 1999: "Doctor Dolittle"
"I don't know why Stanley was notorious for doing so many takes; couldn't he have told the actors, 'Just do it like the last scene; you remember—molasses in concrete, only wistful'?"
August 1999: "Pity the Pretty"
"George also made sure that the movie stayed p.c. by having android armies that can be satisfyingly slaughtered without bloodshed, although at the cineplex where I saw Phantom Menace there was a slide before the movie expressing the theater chain's sympathy for the victims of Columbine—that's my kind of tribute, sandwiched between quotes from The Waterboy screenplay and the trailer for Wild Wild West."
June 1999: "Geek Love"
"There's something frustrating about paying nine bucks to watch stars type, and to see readouts skitter across the bottom of the screen; it's like munching popcorn while waiting for the numerals on your digital clock radio to turn."
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