“The Buddy Holly Story” is one of those perfectly fine biopics that plays well on a sunny Saturday afternoon. It’s not particularly structured like a

“The Buddy Holly Story” is one of those perfectly fine biopics that plays well on a sunny Saturday afternoon. It’s not particularly structured like a
Robert Altman’s casually vicious satire of the Hollywood film industry has perhaps lost some of its acidity over the decades, as audiences have found out
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the biggest fan of “Predator,” but even I think it deserves a much better sequel than
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