The best review-compilation books contain riffs and thoughts that take you back to when this or that film was fresh out of the bakery. Review after review, film after film, they make you want to go there again. Tell me these portions of Peter Rainer‘s review of Being John Malkovich, cribbed from the currently-on-sale Rainer on Film (URL:, don’t nudge you in this direction. Ditto a subsequent riff from Rainer’s review of Fight Club.