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...chief rivals in the '40s and '50s, Warner Bros. and MGM, which were besting Disney in the quality and appeal of their animated shorts, never produced a feature-length cartoon. Only in the mid-'80s, when the studio taken over by Eisner and Jeffrey Katzenberg had yet to hint at a renaissance, did Disney lose its animation pre-eminence. An American Tail, produced in 1986 by Steven Spielberg's Amblin Entertainment, took in $47 million at the North American box office, equal to the grosses of both the previous Disney effort, The Black Cauldron, and its follower, The Great Mouse...
With such stoicism, one may easily mistake Stereolab for an opening band. Their static stage manners coupled with the relatively sober crowd give no hint to their brilliance. Upon closer inspection, the crowd was awaiting the evening's top bill not with indifference, but bona fide reverence--creening to absorb the group's trademark sound of hypnotic rhythmic tracks overlaid with melodic, mesmerizing vocals...
...film about uneasy family relationships in the restless, promiscuous culture of the 70s with crystalline precision. As the leaders of two archly funny but distrurbingly bleak surburban clans, Kevin Kline, Joan Allen and Sigourney Weaver give refreshingly honest performances, but the film's ending sadly offers their characters no hint of redemption. The ice storm in this film, as a natural symbol of change and the wiping away of sins, is like Noah's flood without the rainbow...
...film about uneasy family relationships in the restless, promiscuous culture of the 1970s with crystalline precision. As the leaders of two archly funny but disturbingly bleak suburban clans, Kevin Kline, Joan Allen and Sigourney Weaver give refreshingly honest performances, but the film's ending sadly offers their characters no hint of redemption. The ice storm in this film, as a natural symbol of change and the wiping away of sins, is like Noah's flood without the rainbow. --Erwin I. Rosinberg...
Once the band takes the stage, the expectant crowd knows what will follow: a consistent deluge of supercharged pop ditties, flavored with a hint of ska to keep the fans on their feet. From the outset, DHC never sinks into the mediocrity of Honey, I'm Homely. For almost an hour, the California quinlet instead offers a little sunshine to ward off the inevitable autumn harbinger of the approaching cold. The audience has no problem immediately warming up and DHC crank out song after song without any disappointment. Whether jumping in unison to the band's appeal or shouting along...