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...wrestling musical comedy. (Could there be a second?) The premise, from screenwriter Ian Driscoll, is piquant: Jesus H. Christ joins forces with a priest to rid Ottawa of a vampire coven. He's an activist Savior ("If I'm not back in five minutes, call the Pope") who kicks beaucoup d'ass. He's closer to a standard Mel Gibson hero than to the hero of the new Mel Gibson movie. But the comedy is slack, the song lyrics feeble, the pace torpid. Note to cultists: A movie may be incompetently acted and amateurishly shot. That doesn't mean...
...this time, like always. The man they frame is of course not only super-human, but well supplied with random friends, the Starbucks waitress and this agent that moonlights as a bouncer at Any-club USA, friends who are willing to go the distance for him, providing him with beaucoup cash on demand...
...early '50s in Paris, where he debauched with expats and married a crazy poet whose suicide ensured her canonization by academic feminists. What Barney calls "the true story of my wasted life" may seem undisciplined and chronologically impaired. In fact his memoir is cunningly designed for maximum suspense and beaucoup laughs. Going on 67, Barney has total recall of old grudges, past loves and 40-year-old hockey scores. But ask him what he uses to strain spaghetti and he goes blank...
...muted rhythms of "The Flower Called Nowhere" subsided, a voice from the anonymity of the crowd requested, "Take me to your laboratory!" Murmurs flittered through the previously subdued crowd as if some unspeakable sanctity was breached--but Stereolab remain unphased. The usual "merci beaucoup" followed, and the six-person outfit continued their audio exploration...
Action movies don't have to fail. The Fugitive, The Rock, The Long Kiss Goodnight satisfy the dramatic unities while kicking beaucoup butt. And sometimes a gifted director can go beyond the conventional pleasures. With Face/Off, John Woo, the Hong Kong auteur (The Killer, Hard Boiled), has made his smartest, wildest, positively Woo-siest American thriller. Working from a vigorous script by Mike Werb and Michael Colleary, Woo weaves his familiar touches--the slo-mo, the gleaming candles, the long coats flying in the breeze, the doves flying in a chapel as an omen of death--around the central fantasy...