Category: Assholes of the Cinema

Ah yes, the Manic Pixie Dream Girl. We hardly knew ye. Defined as “a young woman with quirky and eccentric personality traits, who exists primarily to serve as the love interest for a male protagonist

Let’s be clear: if you’re actively dying, suffering any type of heart attack from mild to fuck it, or bleeding from the orifice of your choosing, do not, under any circumstances, walk through the sliding doors of Baptist Medical Center

He is the British working class in a single, stout, has-been of a frame. Hell, he just might stand in for the entire United Kingdom, circa 1969. Past moments, few and fleeting, remembered instead as unparalleled triumphs

Miss Jean Brodie is, as she will utter a good dozen times in the course of this film, “in her prime.” She has sacrificed everything for her craft, and “her girls” – the young ladies attending the Marcia Blaine School for Girls in Edinburgh, Scotland – are her raison d’etre.

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During her brief few minutes on camera, Irene Dailey’s Samia Glavia inhabits the role of the archetypal intellectual with such perfection, we’re tempted to retire the type for all time

So yes, Mr. Rooney was always and forever a man-child in the promised land, but what he never lacked was nerve. Appalling, grating nerve, to be frank.

It’s 1950. You’re God. Fine, you slept through a recent global conflagration and the Holocaust, but now you’re rested and ready to perform a miracle or two.

Jimmy is hateful, miserable, self-serving, and disgusting, so naturally, Helena falls in love.

Andre Gregory is out of his fucking mind. Over a century plus of cinematic miracles, the greatest of all is that Mr. Gregory never spent a long stint in a mental hospital.