“The Witches of Eastwick” (1987) is an ugly little troll of a movie hiding behind a trio of screen hotties (Cher, Pfeiffer, Sarandon). It’s Jack Nicholson at his worst. He’s a sweet-talking stranger who rolls into town and starts sweeping women off their feet (hijinks ensue). It’s not hard to figure out the secret he’s hiding. It’s also not hard to imagine this being a cinematic parody of Nicholson’s actual, real-life romantic relationships. I mean, the dude is gross looking, but he’s talented and rich and can seemingly get laid whenever he wants. I sympathized with all the on-screen vomiting.
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I first watched “Scarface” in the winter of 1984 at a theater in Hialeah, Fla. It was very controversial at the time (the film, not the theater). For the f-bombs (Cher saw it with young daughter Chastity and counted 77 of them). For the way it depicted South Florida as a drug-addled crime haven (tourism officials were not amused). But the organized crime story with a Cuban twist plays out like a violent Shakespearean tragedy that will appeal equally to Shakespeare lovers and violence lovers. How violent? Just wait for Al Pacino to shout, “Say hello to my little friend!”
To understand the Michael Keaton “Batman” movies, you have to understand the context. Our generation was most familiar with Adam West Batman and wasn’t as interested in comic books as today’s geeks. In that context, Michael Keaton’s Batman is truly “dark” and “Batman Returns” (1992) is not all that bad. But does “Batman Returns,” Danny DeVito’s Penguin or Michelle Pfeiffer’s Catwoman stand the test of time? Absolutely not. At this point, this movie only has value to students of Batman movies and geeks who want to say they saw every Batman movie (which might be one in the same person).
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