“If you could only see me as I really am, not as I appear but as I really am, as I am in my heart.”
“Burn After Reading holds the notable distinction of being the only screwball comedy to leave all of its characters either moderately satisfied or dead.”
The return of Jules and Jim?
Was Le Grande Jean too soft on the aristos?
“She is both sentimental and shameless.”
Cukor’s all-star gala remains a tasty dish
All glitz and no guts
Cary Grant and Irene Dunne live our dreams
Mixing it up with Otto and Alfred (Kinsey, that is)
Freaks and Geeks redux
Lubitsch wasn’t the only one with a “touch”
“We’re all trying to kill time, but time ends up killing us.”
The sound of no hands clapping
The downright peculiar pleasures of pre-Code Wheeler and Woolsey
Strangelove gets sweet
History takes a hike