To those who long for the days of Bogart and Eastwood (the squinting-into-the-Spanish-sun, cigar-chomping Eastwood, not the travesty that he is today), look no further than Drive; your hero has returned. With local box offices full of ridiculous-looking action/thriller movies (yes, you, Killer Elite and Abduction), Drive is without a
Author: Rebecca Potts
The Help Review
Well, I was expecting worse. Though The Help, directed by Tate Taylor and based on Kathryn Stockett’s novel of the same name, is by large a feel good, “white people weren’t all bad,” fried-chicken-lickin’ film, it was made with good intentions. I would never, however, argue that the creator’s intent