This movie ought to come adorned with cautionary labels. "Fragile!" "Handle with Care!" "Use No Hooks!" But how do you slap a sticker on a soap bubble? The temptation, then, is simply to let it drift, shimmering and iridescent as it dances on rare currents of wit and nostalgia, and to hope, of course, that it comes to a safe resting place in millions of memories.
The Purple Rose of Cairo is not merely one of the best movies about movies ever made. It is still more unusual, because it comes at its subject the hard way, from the front of...
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