Caught Stealing: New York, Crimes, Baseball, and Cat
The trainwreck is hot but tame.

Everyone will recognize themselves in this tender-hearted boy who spins fantasies and succumbs to every snare of seduction. Stumbling over the successive rejections of his beloved—at turns a siren and an ocean-woman—and drawn in by the lure of her mirages, with every defeat he rebuilds his castle in the air and, in vain, plucks the petals of the daisy.
The trainwreck is hot but tame.
"The Old Guard" doesn't break ground, but it sure does bust boredom and fictional heads as an entertaining action romp on Netflix.
April, a professional dancer, reluctantly trains a group of girls at a dance school for the dance competition.
I’m still trying to comprehend the psychological and moral implications of their fascination with each other, or why their almost written-in-the-stars depth of connection makes so much sense.
Remakes. Reboots. Reinventions. Redundancy. It's the common practice in Hollywood of late, sometimes offering us victorious reimagining of what can be considered cinematic classics while also, more often, falling flat on their UN-imaginative faces in utter defeat and lackluster results. Admittedly, with this in mind, I went into the newest incarnation of "The War of the Roses" with typical trepidation and cautious optimism.
It is not hard to make a musical biopic that pleases audiences and draws a profit. Michael is no exception.