Dustin Hoffman and Meryl Streep fight over custody of a mop-topped little kid who is going to need so much therapy after this.
Dustin Hoffman shows women how to be a real feminist in maybe my least favorite of the AFI’s “Top 100” American movies.
It earned an X-rating for its “homosexual frame of reference,” but I mostly found unrelentingly depressing.
Two paranoid journalists do the leg work that ended up bringing down a president. Never has watching guys slowly dial rotary phones been so compelling.
This political satire remains hilarious, but these days can’t quite escape its basic 1990s-ness.
Why are all these beautiful women attracted to young, neurotic Dustin Hoffman? Let’s find out!