Too starstruck to see Marilyn’s faults
Only Some Like It Hot endures, though not because of anything Monroe does in it
Strong, silent — but still box office gold
Clint Eastwood is as much a part of the American landscape as the Grand Canyon
A beguiling star who loved melodrama
Taylor’s hunger for money, flashy gizmos and flashier gewgaws found its echo in Burton’s need to forsake the classics
Flawed paean to a heartless auteur
A lack of empathy goes to the hollowness at the heart of so many Kubrick movies
Spilling the beans on the great spymasters
Fantasy is an essential part of what we are pleased to call reality
All action, no abstraction
On the hunks and lunks who dominated two decades of Hollywood
Deconstructing a giant of the screen
For a gay, Hegelian, terrorist-sympathising dialectician, Fassbinder was a rather conservative moviemaker
A shapeless, moving, end in itself
So entropic is Geoff Dyer’s latest that the reader seeks desperately for structure
A square prehistory of popular music
Rock versus pop, and orchestral numbers versus guitar solos
Amour fou of the star-crossed lovers
The relationship between Laurence Olivier and Vivien Leigh was one of all-consuming passion
