Richard Linklater gathers up time and turns it into a movie you’re going to have to see.
In which, like the fabled groundhog, Woody Allen emerges to enact his yearly ritual: the presentation of a new movie.
I think this band could really make it big.
Please allow us to agitate your brains so that we might discover what you know about exploding heads in films, and also about the likelihood of your own head going blooey.
Joe Dante’s 1984 Christmas movie, Gremlins, is the funniest, bleakest, most horrific kids’ movie ever made. In fact it may be the only horror movie for kids I can think of.
In which Ginger Baker, the original madman drummer, is exhumed for our examination. So to speak.
The apes return, and I’m sad to report that it’s less than it’s cracked up to be.
The first plague is tornadoes. The second is digital hail. The third is running. Fourth is exploding seagulls and fifth is xenomorphs.
One needn’t go very far out on a limb to say that Back To The Future is a fun movie. You could say it without so much as climbing a tree in the first place.
You can’t change the course of teen culture. All you can do is survive — and pick your friends more carefully.
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Rise of The Planet of The Apes is the best Apes movie since Beneath, if not the original. It does what I wish so many other summer movies would do: tell a straightforward story in a brisk 90 minutes centered on a character you care about.
All the better to void myself in front of you, my dear.
Snowpiercer’s failing is that it’s simultaneously overwritten and underwritten. It’s a blatant political allegory whose obvious points are muddled and vague. If you can imagine such a thing. And yet…