I think the reason that Goodfellas is (probably) my favorite gangster movie is because it does the best job of depicting the extreme bundle of paradoxes that the gangster arc is all about:
GoodFellas (1990)

I think the reason that Goodfellas is (probably) my favorite gangster movie is because it does the best job of depicting the extreme bundle of paradoxes that the gangster arc is all about:
I subscribe to the theory that much of a romantic comedy’s ultimate success or failure comes down to the cast even more than the script.
The Scream series hits its inevitable “diminishing returns” phase in its third installment, an obvious step down from the first two.
All three of the movies in the “Andy Trilogy” (as I’ve come to call it) are outright masterpieces, but none of them are perfect, and all of them are flawed in different ways.
In many ways, Dumbo feels like it should have been the first Disney animated feature.
Everything about Scream 2 indicates a rush sequel job to the massive success of Scream, but it works, almost miraculously.
It’s 2021, so the “slasher, but meta” does not feel nearly as fresh and as clever as I’m sure it might have 25 years ago
This week, I watched a whole bunch of Legend of Sleepy Hollow adaptations for an upcoming episode of The Goods, including this 1999 Hallmark made-for-TV flick. (As opposed to the other 1999 Sleepy Hollow movie.)
Strictly as a movie, this is a bit slow and talky in a Masterpiece Theater sort of way. But as someone who spent the week reading and rereading the Irving short story, I really enjoyed this movie’s dedication to capturing almost all of the details of the source while fleshing out the town and the character relationships in a believable way.
Of note, Brent Carver’s take on Ichabod Crane is much less sympathetic than basically any other adaptation I’ve seen. Crane’s selfish and manipulative elements are played up so that it’s almost a relief when Katrina shuts him down.
The headless horseman chasedown itself is, unsurprisingly, a bit rote… until we get the double twist of unmasking Brom before another, presumably supernatural, headless horseman appears. It’s an odd choice for an otherwise faithful adaptation.
(The one adaptation I wanted to catch that I haven’t yet is the 1980 made-for-TV version with Jeff Goldblum as Crane. It’s hard to imagine a more perfect casting.)
First, if you are expecting an adaptation with even a glimmer of fidelity to the source story, you will be disappointed.