Rank and File finds us sorting through an exhaustive, comprehensive body of work or collection of pop-culture artifacts. This time, we go down through the years and handpick the movie remakes that actually got it right.

    Thirty years ago this month, David Cronenberg’s bleak reimagining of The Fly hit theaters and set a gold standard for what the movie remake can be. After all, it seems that these days more and more people are becoming exhausted with remakes. They’re endless. They’re for movies that hardly require it (‘sup, Robocop). They try to reinterpret films so iconic that it seems like a fool’s errand from the jump to even try. And yet, there’s a thirst for them; movies are all about the economics as much as the art, and if audiences didn’t come, Hollywood wouldn’t build it.

    Although it’s easy to run through the litany of poorly executed remakes, recently and throughout the past few decades as the practice has become more and more common, we decided that if The Fly is worth celebrating, then certainly there have been other remakes that matched, reinterpreted, or even exceeded the success of their predecessors. And so we took on the task of finding one worthwhile remake from each of the past 30 years since The Fly hit theaters.


    Some are of substantial quality. Some, we took a liberal approach to the interpretation of “quality.” At least one prominently involves Nicolas Cage in a leather jacket. But these are all films that managed to overcome, to one degree or another, the stigma of having come from well-regarded or beloved source material. That’s no easy feat. Some you may debate. But all brought something to the table, and none are that second stab at Point Break. And that might be the most important truth of them all.

    –Dominick Suzanne-Mayer
    Film Editor

    The Fly (1986)

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    Source Material: The Fly (1958)

    Be impressed. Be very impressed.

    The inspiration for our list is also easily one of the best films on it. Hell, it’s one of the best science-fiction films ever made, one of the best horror films ever made, and one of the best Goldblum films ever made. David Cronenberg’s massive hit provides as many, if not more, of the thrills and chills of the original. The Oscar-winning makeup effects hold up surprisingly well, and coupled with Cronenberg’s direction and Howard Shore’s eerie, epic score, those elements alone would make The Fly a classic of body horror.

    But to see The Fly as a mere mad scientist’s story is to do it a disservice. It’s also, thanks to the script and to the performances of stars Jeff Goldblum and Geena Davis, a startlingly poignant romance. How on earth did they pull that one off? Good actors do a lot of the work, of course, but it’s Cronenberg’s willingness to embrace humor and humanity alongside the horror that sets such a remarkable tone. Goldblum’s ear falls off, and you’re as likely to laugh as cry, but it never strays into camp territory. It’s almost absurdly easy to identify with Seth Brundle and Veronica Quaife. The film even has empathy for villain-turned-hero Stathis Borans (John Getz) and the transformed Brundlefly. We’re all human, even when we’re not.

    All that would be more than enough to ask of a film. It’s more than most films could ever achieve. But a monster is always a metaphor, and Cronenberg draws a line from Brundle’s folly and misfortune to our own mortality. Little wonder that when it was released in 1986, some saw connections to the ongoing AIDS crisis. Still, The Fly strikes notes of fear that go well beyond those linked to disease, though those are frightening enough. Instead, Brundle’s mortality is that which crumbles, as it does for all of us. Everyone encounters love, heartbreak, fear, pain, joy, and sorrow on the road to death. Put more plainly, life’s short, and then you’re a fly. —Allison Shoemaker


    Fatal Attraction (1987)


    Source Material: Diversion (1980)

    This one barely counts. Diversion, a short British telefilm that hardly anyone remembers, made a big impression on director Adrian Lyne — and later, the moviegoing public. James Dearden, who wrote Diversion for television, adapted the script to become Fatal Attraction, which would make Glenn Close a star and also synonymous with the term “Bunny Boiler.”

    Rumor has it that more than a dozen directors passed on Dearden’s script before Lyne signed on; at this stage, Lyne was a relative unknown who was about to blow up with the release of his erotic game-changer 9 1/2 Weeks in 1986. He subsequently cast Michael Douglas as “I’m not going to be IGNORED, Dan” Gallagher, a wealthy businessman, family man, and cheater; Close as Dan’s homicidal mistress; and Anne Archer as Dan’s wife. The collaboration worked out well for all involved, as Fatal Attraction was a monster hit — likely because of the way in which the film epitomized Reagan-era glitz and irresponsibility masking a nasty undercurrent of dread. Fatal Attraction raked in more than $150 million at the box office and was nominated for six Academy Awards, including Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actress, and Best Adapted Screenplay (You go, Dearden!). –Leah Pickett

    Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (1988)


    Source Material: Bedtime Story (1964)

    Spoiler alert: Steve Martin + Michael Caine = very, very funny.

    When it comes to remakes that outmatch the films from which they’re sourced, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels has to be high on the list. It’s directed with sly wit by Frank Oz, laced through with an effervescent soundtrack that keeps the pace every bit as lively as the jokes, and filmed at a series of locations so lovely it could drive a vacation-starved person mad. But as winning as those qualities are, in this case it’s all about the main event. Martin and Caine are perfect foils, with the latter playing the role of the smooth, cultured confidence man Lawrence Jamieson and the former as the shameless huckster Freddy Benson. The two out-think, outflank, and out-funny each other at nearly every turn, with Martin pitting his world-class pratfalls against Caine’s unmatchable timing. They’re a total delight, filling each scene with so much wit that it outpaces many other such comedies by about the 40-minute mark.


    Still a conman’s nothing without a mark, and the secret weapon of Dirty Rotten Scoundrels can be found in the person of Glenne Headly. To say too much about her top-notch work would spoil the film for the uninitiated, but let’s just put it this way: Bedtime Story had Shirley Jones, and she’s a fine love interest, but Headly is a force to be reckoned with. Freddy and Lawrence learn that in a hurry. Martin and Caine do, too. — Allison Shoemaker

    Cousins (1989)


    Source Material: Cousin, cousine (1975)

    Now, listen, the whole notion of distant cousins, eloping … Well, one doesn’t have to stretch the mind too far to start conjuring up images of single-toothed yokels and shotgun wedding material. Jug music. Hyuks. You get it. But Joel Schumacher’s Cousins isn’t like that at all! That’s why it’s called Cousins, not Kissin’ Cousins.

    Before being branded a Hollywood phony in the wake of a million Batman & Robin barbs, Schumacher was something of a nimble genre-hopper capable of directing the very biggest stars. The Client, A Time to Kill, Flatliners, Falling Down, The Lost Boys — all passing to classic fare (especially impressive, or perhaps curious, when you factor in that Schumacher came to film after starting in fashion). Schumacher once had a certain touch, a flair for the theatrical, and Cousins hints at a wilier, warmer director than many might remember.


    Cousins was an update of Jean-Charles Taccchella’s popular 1975 comedy, with marquee names like Ted Danson, Isabella Rossellini, Sean Young, and William Peterson. There’s little plot beyond the various romantic romps and messing around between consenting adults over the course of several weddings, but the mood, the humor, and the acting are all welcoming. While Cousins lacks the French wit and bawdiness of the original, Schumacher still has a great handle on the tone of his remake that’s light and festive and often very sweet. And again, not to put too fine a point on this: The premise just doesn’t feel creepy in the end. –Blake Goble

    Narrow Margin (1990)


    Source Material: The Narrow Margin (1952)

    Before we compliment this loose remake of the 1952 Charles McGraw noir, let’s take a moment to remember the thrillers of Peter Hyams. Oh, he’s not dead, no. But the guy was an ace at shimmering, middle-of-the-road movies in the ‘80s and ‘90s, derivative actioners that always felt two or three years late to the bigger parties. His Running Scared with Billy Crystal and Gregory Hines somehow missed the buddy cop boom (in 1986!), and his Sudden Death was too little, too late in the post-Die Hard action subgenre about cops in the wrong place at the wrong times. Look at the filmography: Capricorn One, Timecop, The Presidio.  Where have all the decent adult films with modest budgets and big stars gone? Come back, Hyams, your knock-offs were solid.

    And to exemplify this, look no further than this 1990 Carolco rehash starring Gene Hackman and Anne Archer. The story’s classic and been done to death: mob witness must receive protection from a gruff legal/police type, and eventually the witness and the protector must unite, whether through action or love scenes. Hey, it’s the genre’s norms, not mine. But the most important thing? Narrow Margin is a solid B, three stars, the definition of “good, yeah.” Hackman bristles, Archer smolders, and Hyams shoots and directs like a guy trying his best to get into the Bruckheimer club, knowing full well that they’ll never let him in. Suffice it so say, Narrow Margin may be lost to time, but as a remake, it’s a fast-paced actioner that lifts the best elements from the original and gives it a glossy do-over that’s worth a second glance. –Blake Goble


    Cape Fear (1991)

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    Source Material: Cape Fear (1962)

    In lesser hands, the remake of Cape Fear might have been a pretty run-of-the-mill movie, a Hitchcock send-up designed to thrill viewers then flit swiftly out of their minds. But they’re not just any hands. They’re Martin Scorsese’s hands, and like Max Cady, the man came ready to play.

    In some ways, this is a film that feels like it’s proving a point. Scorsese for the masses! As our own Collin Brennan put it earlier this year, “If Cape Fear proves anything, it’s that Scorsese’s style can be transferred across genres and still retain its key charms. The film’s impressive box-office returns solidified the notion that the director has real mainstream appeal — something that even Goodfellas had failed to accomplish upon its initial release.” But it’s more than that .This is Scorsese by way of Hitchcock, a dazzling thriller with all the guilt, fear, and unsettling sexual tension that served both filmmakers so well.

    That first Cape Fear is a damn fine film. Anything that features both Gregory Peck and Robert Mitchum can’t be denied. Hell, they both pop up in the remake, as well. But Scorsese blended the elements of the thriller with his capacity for violence, his gift for bringing the best out of actors — particularly Juliette Lewis and Robert De Niro, who earned a set of matching Oscar nominations — and his unbelievable knack for adding layer upon layer to even the most familiar stories. Sure, this is a thriller. But peel back a few layers and it’s what Cape Fear has to say about our own sins that will have you jumping in your seat. Allison Shoemaker


    Scent of a Woman (1992)


    Source Material: Scent of a Woman (1974)

    The original Scent of a Woman, which translates to “Profumo di donna” in Italian, exemplifies a cinematic period in Italy from the early 1950s to late 1970s called Commedia all’Italiana or “Comedy in the Italian way” (i.e. spicy social criticism with a dash of morbid farce). The Americanized remake is decidedly not a comedy, though it has its moments (“Hoo-ah!”).

    In the original, a blind Italian captain and his army-assigned aide travel to Naples so the captain and his old friend who also was disfigured in action can — unbeknownst to the aide — fulfill a suicide pact. In the remake, Al Pacino’s retired US Army Ranger Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade is a blind, belligerent alcoholic who accepts the holiday help of Chris O’Donnell’s sweet New England prep school student just so he can whisk the poor kid off to New York City for a few days and end the trip by killing himself in his hotel room, alone. Both of these suicide plans are foiled — by the captain’s former girlfriend in the original, by the student in the remake — and the similarities end there. Scent of a Woman was schmaltzed up for American audiences and thus stripped of much of the original’s incisiveness, but it made the most of what it did have: Pacino at the arguable peak of his hammy-shouty phase; Phillip Seymour Hoffman, before he was Philip Seymour Hoffman; and a sensual tango between Pacino and Gabrielle Anwar that is deservedly iconic. –Leah Pickett

    Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey (1993)


    Source Material: The Incredible Journey (1963)

    If you were a child during the early-to-mid 1990s, you probably watched this film on VHS, and you probably cried. No, not the 1963 Disney film starring Bodger the Bull Terrier, Luath the Labrador Retriever, and Tao the Siamese cat, but the remake, starring Chance the American Bulldog (Michael J. Fox), Shadow the Golden Retriever (Don Ameche), and Sassy the Himalayan cat (Sally Field). The latter improved upon the former in several ways, including cuter animals (sorry), pitch-perfect voice casting for animals (the original had none), and a touching subplot involving the three kids to whom the animals belong struggling to adjust to a new step family when their pets go missing.


    Both films are based on the novel of same name by Sheila Burnford and structurally analogous; however, the remake considerably ups the emotional ante with a finale that, if you’ve seen it, is no doubt seared into your memory for the rest of your life. That is to say, if you didn’t shed at least one tear at the sight of ol’ Shadow hobbling over the hill in the end (“Peter, my boy!”), you might be dead inside. –Leah Pickett

    True Lies (1994)

    true lies

    Source Material: La Totale! (1991)

    It’s a little-known fact that True Lies is a remake, probably because it’s a pretty loose one. Sure, the protagonist of the French comedy La Totale! is a secret agent pretending to be a milquetoast nine-to-fiver, but that film’s raison d’etre is simply a subplot of James Cameron and Arnold Schwarzenegger’s macho action-comedy. See, La Totale! circles almost entirely around the slimy, lying used car salesman played by Bill Paxton in Cameron’s version, which honestly spends a bit too much time on that particular storyline.

    That said, Paxton’s goofy-ass Simon is pretty important in establishing True Lies as the comedy that it is. Because if True Lies weren’t a comedy, it would probably be pretty dire, what with its light racism and weird misogyny (poor Jamie Lee Curtis — at least she won a Golden Globe). It’s best viewed as a celebration (not a satire) of over-the-top action; anyone who watches True Lies complaining about how “that could never happen” is the most boring person on the planet. How dare you not revel in Arnold’s delivery of “You’re Fired” right before firing a missile that just so happens to have a bad guy hanging on to it? –Randall Colburn


    A Little Princess (1995)


    Source Material: A Little Princess (1939)

    Splashed across the top of the theatrical poster for Alfonso Cuarón’s A Little Princess is this darling hook: “Warner Bros. proudly offers America a second chance to discover a one-of-a-kind masterpiece.” A mediocre offering would have rendered this statement hyperbolic, but luckily for Warner Bros., their Little Princess is in fact a one-of-a-kind masterpiece. Unluckily for Warner Bros., the film underperformed at the box office, barely making back half of its budget, and remains — after the initially warm critical reception faded into Rotten Tomatoes backlog obscurity — underseen and underappreciated.

    The first film to be based on the 1905 novella by Frances Hodgson Burnett (she also penned The Secret Garden, which was also adapted into a gorgeous film in the ’90s) starred Shirley Temple in the title role and was as cloying as all of the other films in Temple’s jam-packed Depression Era oeuvre — her Heidi and Poor Little Rich Girl indistinguishable from her Sara Crewe. The beauty of the remake lies in Cuarón’s singular vision — colors so rich you can almost taste them, fantasy so transcendental it borders on the religious — and a trio of actors who merit special distinction: Liesel Matthews as Sara, delivering an extraordinary performance for an eleven-year-old that is refreshingly devoid of pretension; the late Eleanor Bron as Miss Minchin, a potentially cartoonish antagonist whom Bron and Cuarón make simultaneously loathsome and pitiable; and sexy Liam Cunningham in the dual roles of Papa and Prince Rama. Fun fact: Cunningham currently plays Ser Davos on a little show called Game of Thrones. Maybe you’ve heard of it. –Leah Pickett

    The Birdcage (1996)

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    Source Material: La Cage aux Folles (1979)

    Not to perpetuate the myth that Inside the Actor’s Studio actually matters, but that show had an amusing affinity for The Birdcage. Like, James Lipton has repeatedly pointed out, when cast and crew of the 1996 comedy come on, that the film sounds like it was an absolute blast to work on, because Nichols, Williams, Hackman, and Lane have all sung the comedy’s praises.

    And why not brag about it? It’s superior to the 1978 French-Italian original, La Cage aux Folles (or the sequel to La Cage aux Folles, or the 1973 play, or the 1978 musical, for that matter). The joke success rate is something like 150%, and everyone involved seems to be having a wonderful time on screen. It’s a treasure trove of sublime comedy. Like, “Fosse! Fosse! Fosse!” Or Nathan Lane’s amazing John Wayne impersonation (“I didn’t know he walked like that…”). Or Gene Hackman’s pitch-perfect embodiment of a bloviating Republican congressman. Throw in the delectably tongue-in-cheek use of “We Are Family”. Dianne Weist in full doting. Robin Williams with a full mustache. Gene Hackman in glorious drag. And Hank Azaria giving his best Simpsons character voice that was never a Simpsons character in Agadore, the flamboyant foreign cleaner. And everything’s given care and attention under the guidance of a laid-back Mike Nichols working off a circus-like script from Elaine May.

    You feel how funny it is to be in The Birdcage. This is one of the great comedies of manners, of screwball dinners, or of whatever you want to label it. The Birdcage is just goddamn funny. –Blake Goble


    12 Angry Men (1997)


    Source Material: 12 Angry Men (1957)

    Who would dare to remake Sidney Lumet’s masterpiece theater of morality and the law? Who would be conceited enough to think they could augment, let alone top, the perfect 1957 drama? Who thought they could get better performances than Henry Fonda’s or Lee J. Cobb’s among the many other actors striking lightning as they decide the fate of one unlucky kid?

    The original author, that’s who.

    And besides, it’s not like 12 Angry Men, the great Lumet one, was the first iteration of the story anyway. Reginald Rose wrote 12 Angry Men for a 1954 CBS special before adapting it to the big screen for MGM several years later. (Take note, folks — the Lumet is perhaps the greatest argument ever for remaking something.) Rose was a longtime TV man, with 75 writing credits under his belt before he passed away in 2002. Yet he kept on coming back to his 12 Angry Men script time and again.

    For 1997, he got the chance to reflect some of the natural differences 40 years might make in the judicial system. William Friedkin’s version featured men of color, acknowledged new forms of capital punishment, and featured an edgier, even angrier tone. Whereas Lumet nails staging, Friedkin was right in the faces of his men, and you know what? It works. Under Friedkin’s hot-button directing, the 1997 holds its own as a provocation first, a meditation last. But underneath all the heat and hemming and hawing is the righteous heart of moral concern that’s always made Rose’s script an ace witness of the law. It’s a great case: “Don’t mess with success.” –Blake Goble


    You’ve Got Mail (1998)


    Source Material: The Shop Around the Corner (1940)

    You’ve Got Mail is sort of like the last round in a game of Telephone. The first film version of this central story is Ernst Lubitsch’s The Shop Around the Corner, which itself was adapted from a Hungarian play called Parfumerie. And Lubitsch’s film? It was remade nine years after its release as a movie musical starring Judy Garland and then again as the Broadway musical She Loves Me. But though the story’s been told in myriad formats, its central story remains the same: two people who can’t stand each other in real life fall in love through a series of anonymous written correspondences.

    You’ve Got Mail makes one crucial update: Instead of anonymous letters, sworn enemies Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan are communicating through e-mail! It’s sort of an adorable rewatch, honestly, a portrait of a time when the modern internet was still new and exciting, a time when smartphones were still a twinkle in some dork’s four eyes. It’s also fascinating in how it shows a small, local bookstore being forced out of business by national chains, the same kind of national chains that are now closing in this era of e-readers.

    You’ve Got Mail also holds up as a breezy, heart-melting comedy, yet another example of the resilience of its central premise. Even if you’re not one for the saccharine, Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan are charming enough to elevate the supermarket cheese to a gourmet level. We’re basically due for a Kik-centered remake, yeah? –Randall Colburn


    The Thomas Crown Affair (1999)

    The Thomas Crown Affair (1999) Directed by John McTiernan Shown: Pierce Brosnan (as Thomas Crown)

    Source Material: The Thomas Crown Affair (1968)

    The 1999 remake of Norman Jewison’s classic caper The Thomas Crown Affair is arguably superior, in the way that one would characterize their middle age as being superior to their youth. It has money to burn and flaunts it. Not to give off a Ralph Lauren vibe, but this movie is simultaneously swanky and bougie, and Pierce Brosnan gives folks a Baby Boomer blast of rich-kid reverie. (Think of Crown as Donald Trump, with actual money and some wit and panache.) In other words, John McTiernan’s The Thomas Crown Affair is a good time for grown-ups in the style of late ‘90s heist action.

    You’ve got the dashing Brosnan as the eccentric billionaire Thomas Crown, strutting about in polos and three-piece suits and indulging in excesses that would break the average man’s credit card into bits. He’s ostentatious yet unassuming. Mysterious and enigmatic, yet cool and in control of any situation. All that money has led to boredom, and that breeds Brosnan’s inner cat burglar. Crown’s hobbies run the gamut from eating croissants to crashing catamarans to stealing fine art from the New York Met. Throw in Bill Conti’s piano themes, a game Rene Russo as Brosnan’s foil, and fleet-footed action scenes (be on the lookout for the Nina Simone-tracked finale) from the once-great McTiernan, and well, this is like the world’s greatest midlife crisis on film. –Blake Goble

    Gone in 60 Seconds (2000)

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    Source Material: Gone in 60 Seconds (1974)

    OK, so this movie isn’t going to move minds, break hearts, or inspire a generation of artists. It’s not a world-class action movie or a gritty thriller. It’s not even Nicolas Cage at his Cage-iest (see fellow Bruckheimer films Con Air and The Rock for much better examples, or better yet, just watch Face/Off). But here’s a challenge: Try to watch Gone in 60 Seconds and not have a good time.


    Just embrace it, man! Pretend that someone said you have to watch all 118 minutes in a hurry, or they’ll kill Giovanni Ribisi. Better yet, call an ex and tell them that you’ve got to watch the movie, but you’ll never be able to get through the whole thing without them, and someone’s got to save Giovanni, and it just has to be you. Make detailed plans that don’t make much sense. Make sure at least one of them involves UV light and/or a car code-named Eleanor.

    In our own Blake Goble’s exhaustive and highly scientific dissection of Cage’s work, he classified the Oscar-winner’s work in 60 Seconds as bad. True? Yep, pretty true. Doesn’t matter. This is a piece of ridiculous action-packed schlock, but damn is it fun and fast and, yes, furious. Don’t over-think it, man. Just buckle up and turn off your brain for a bit. Allison Shoemaker