Look out! He has meat!
An attempt at a minimalist, existential action flick. Go for the car chases, stay for… well… the car chases.
In the future, we will all be spanked by robots.
Superman belongs to all of us. He was born from the experiences of those new to this country and should continue to be loved by people, whether their families have been here for centuries or for days.
Southern Comfort is a violent, muddy, stupid film for violent, muddy, stupid men. And being so, it isn’t half bad.
Please check your forgotten niches for the original edit of The Magnificent Ambersons. Thank you.
In which there will be yelling and there will be shooting.
A slow-burning Tennessee Williams melodrama you may or may not enjoy falling asleep to.
Annoying reporter meets awesome writer. No drama ensues.
In which we find questionable those insisting we stop complaining about computer graphics overwhelming movies.
Let’s just pretend it doesn’t exist and never speak of it again.
Stanley Kubrick’s last film, Eyes Wide Shut, is fucked up.
What’s this? A non-moralizing coming-of-age movie about a teenage girl? Tis rare indeed, but here it is, in all its ’70s glory.
In which killer rocks from outer space come for our women.