There’s no quiet like the quiet following a winter storm. I’ve lived through ice storms in the Northeast. They’re not pleasant. Neither is “The Ice Storm,” director Ang Lee’s 1997 meditation on 1970s mores. Groovy, earth-toned freedom is stripped to its decadent core. Then the forces of nature have their way, leaving emptiness. This might be one of the most perfectly cast films ever, from Kevin Kline’s waspy obliviousness to the fumbling, freckle-faced innocence of various teenage boys. And then there’s Joan Allen and Sigourney Weaver, teaching us the difference between the ice that numbs and the ice that burns.
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I could spend the whole 100 words of “The Addams Family” (1991) talking about how smoking hot Anjelica Huston is as Morticia. I mean, she is a simmering cauldron of restrained sensuality. But I’d get all kinds of restraining orders and stuff, so I’ll stop. This film was part of the first wave of reboots based on old TV shows. With its morbid humor (the family is a conglomeration of witches and monsters), the show was an acquired taste, but it was pretty well executed (see what I did there?). A little cartoonish (hijinks ensue!), but so was the original.
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