If The Red Shoes isn’t quite so fevered as its modern counterpart (less lechery, less bleeding all over the place, less masturbating-in-front-of-mother scenes), it still expertly depicts the emotions of a lead ballerina, and tries to understand the obsessions that make the art of ballet become life itself to these girls.

* This is going to be a short one, because, frankly, the thrust of my argument can be reduced to a single, irrefutable statement: Die Hard is the greatest Christmas movie ever made. With Thanksgiving behind us and the commercialized Christian co-opting of winter solstice rapidly approaching, let’s embrace the spirit of the season by coming [...]