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A few years ago Hollywood sank its teeth into the story of Pearl Harbor, producing a film in 2001 that was hoped to be an epic historical piece, but instead turned out to be a schmaltzy wreck.
A few months ago, director Bryan Singer was given the somewhat arduous task of making Superman fly again.
You can take the Joey out of Friends, but you can't completely take Friends out of Joey...
The most intriguing fact about M*A*S*H (the movie) has nothing to do with the story. It's about the theme song.
Pierce Brosnan has said it before and now he's said it again: He's finished wearing the tux of one, James Bond. Or is he?
Rumors being what they are in the motion picture biz, take what I am about to relate with a five pound grain of salt. Feel free to wash it down with some industrial strength Perrier.
The future days of polyester, those which come from the past, are soon to be among us once again. Seriously.
Dale Earnhardt Jr. is one lucky sonofagun.
Another day, another Beatles rumor. Not about any reunions, though. I'm fairly certain that Ringo Starr and Paul McCartney aren't planning on taking part in any suicide pacts. But there is some (potentially false) hope for those who grew up listening to the American editions of the Beatles' earlier stuff.
Fortunately or unfortunately, I had the opportunity to see Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban on the IMAX big screen. I was fortunate to get the IMAX experience. I was unfortunate to be billed the IMAX price, about three bucks more than a regular screen. And then there was the matter of that IMAX infomercial.
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