As you all know, I am a connoisseur of right-Stalinist film criticism; some healthy fanboy seasoning, even better. So I was very happy to see Lance uncover the Revenge of the Sith pensees of Mr. Orson Scott Card, a man who makes Michael Medved look like James Agee. He did not disappoint.
I don’t mean, however, to slight the contributions of John Podhoretz, a major exemplar of the genre. His latest thoughts allow me to get a line on him; he seems to be the embodiment of middlebrow MPAA sensibilities, with some crude political reductionism sprinkled on top. I would like to submit that there are two sentences here that should never appear within any kind of proximity:
Just to whet your appetite: The upcoming Cinderella Man, starring Russell Crowe and directed by Ron Howard, is a thrilling piece of work. No, more than thrilling. I left the screening room this afternoon exhilarated, moved, excited, stirred and overwhelmed, convinced that Cinderella Man is one of the best movies ever made.
I admit that I may be bitter because I spent money to see The Paper in the theatres, and of course that and other doorstops like Far and Away have been high-density-of-cliche staples of plane trips for far too long. Still…wow. And then there’s this:
Crowe hasn’t made a full-on comedy yet. If it turns out he can do that too, Russell Crowe will then have proved himself unquestionably the greatest screen actor not only of our time, but probably of all time.
I would like to think he’s kidding, but I’m not sure. Anyway, why do I suspect that the man Podhoretz thinks Crowe may knock of the pedestal is Tom Hanks?