We’ll start today with Heaven Can Wait, proof that Warren Beatty’s directing career was more than just hubris, and one of several movies that defy the normal face-clawing awfulness of body switching comedies. It opened today in 1978.
Then there’s Pale Rider, Clint Eastwood’s effort to revive the moribund Western genre years after Heaven’s Gate upposedly killed it for good. It didn’t quite accomplish that, even with yeoman aid from Lawrence Kasdan’s Silverado released the same summer. But it remains a terrific entry in Eastwood’s canon: a fine, gritty update of Shane with gorgeous cinematography from Bruce Surtees and great work from a very strong cast. It opened today in 1985.