During a recent viewing of Chris Hegedus and D.A. Pennebarker’s wonderful 1993 documentary The War Room  I was reminded of a particular era in American politics, of my father, and of a truck.
When thinking of the post-Ghostbusters Bill Murray, whose career is being featured this month in our Film Vault, one tends to assume that his acting career has taken a turn for the serious in recent years, a veritable Tom Hanksian transformation, if you will.
I’m often pegged as a cynic, but I’ll have you know that I can appreciate some fine art as much as the next guy. Just the other day I was watching Olivier Assayas’s Summer Hours  (2008), and I found myself thinking about the nature of art, creative processes, how folks regard items of beauty . . . all that kind of stuff. In a nutshell, the film follows three siblings as they attempt to find a mutually-accommodating way to manage a rather extensive art collection left to them by their recently deceased mother. That’s the gist of Assayas’s script, however through his characters he addresses themes such as how artwork should be used and displayed, its worth across generations, and the differences between old-timey and newfangled what have yous. Thinking of these things caused me to recollect some of my favorite films depicting creative types doing and making stuff that generally makes me happy. Here goes nothing ...
Look, I dislike Nicolas Cage as much as the next guy. Perhaps it’s related to my distaste for so-called "action "films. Maybe it’s more owing to my disinterest in "tear-jerkers." The simple fact is that our friend Nicolas Cage has made a career out of bouncing back and forth between these two extremes.