

I’m more than happy to have expanded my cinematic tastes to take in some films I might not have seen before, and I’d like to think that each time I come out of one of them I have learned a little something about people, and about myself. Of course, I can’t say I haven’t been co-operating with this assault on my manliness. The sound you can hear is that of my weak and feeble machismo under relentless assault and preparing to collapse under the weight of a recent diet of films more feminine than any five lingerie stores you care to name. Rich’s review: If you have been concerned over the past couple of months by a disturbing creaking noise that you couldn’t quite place, perhaps making you worry that your house was about to fall down or that the 1/200th scale Death Star you built out of matchsticks in your back yard was preparing to implode, let me ease your mind. Rich’s rating: Contains scenes of mild violence and obsession themes. Summary Capsule: Crazy disfigured reclusive musical visionary sociopath loves waifish deranged orphan Opera singer with angel obsession, who in turn loves wishy-washy nobleman who also loves her. The Scoop: 2004 PG, directed by Joel Schumacher and starring Gerard Butler, Emmy Rossum and Ciaran Hinds. “The Phantom of the Opera is here… inside my mind.”
