If a mosquito bit Steven Spielberg around the time he was making “Jurassic Park,” then became trapped in amber until some nut with more money than forethought extracted the DNA from it and cloned an early ’90s version of Spielberg, well, that’s the guy I could see directing “Ready Player One.”
The theater is state of the art. The movie is vintage Oscar Goodman.
It took six weeks but “Black Panther” has finally been unseated as the top film at the North American box office.
If you’re willing to overlook “King Arthur: Legend of the Sword” — as most moviegoers did — Charlie Hunnam is growing into one of the savviest actors in Hollywood.
Given everything that’s transpired over the past year, there’s never been a better time to be in the women’s film festival business.
Not since “Avatar” has a box-office hit had the kind of staying power of “Black Panther.”
If I’d been alive in ancient times, I like to think I’d have had the entrepreneurial gumption to start a burial site security firm.
He was 11 years old when he played Mike TeeVee in the 1971 movie “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.”
If Zak Bagans were a character in a horror movie, you’d never stop screaming at him.
T’Challa still rules the box office four weeks in, even with the fresh rivalry of another Walt Disney Studios release in “A Wrinkle in Time.”
