In which I try to let everything in my head free and, also, talk about this Chris Rock movie.
Sony faced with ever-lengthening list of demands; expected to cave to every one.
CRITIC GENERAL’S WARNING: Watching this film may result in premature balding, liver spots, incontinence, advanced crotchetiness, and the death of narrative cinema.
Shall we explore the murky depths with some neoprene-coated Norwegians?
If there is one thing the history of evolution has taught us it’s that information will not be contained. Knowledge breaks free, it expands to new territories and crashes through barriers, painfully, maybe even dangerously, but, uh… well, there it is.
The by-the-numbers Oscar-bait bio-pic about the code-cracking father of the modern computer, Alan Turing, is exactly what you think it is.
Paul Thomas Anderson adapts the Thomas Pynchon novel, and the result is as odd as you’d think. But is it good?
Israelis have mandatory military service and someone’s got to not make the coffee and fuck up the filing.
Are YOU one of the top ten films of 2014? If you have character, direction, debatable conclusions, and few or no exploding robot superheroes, chances look good!
One of the more unpleasant movies you will ever, if you’re smarter than me, not bother to watch.
In which we discover that Burton’s not-so-fondly remembered Batman is better than we thought.
The practice of law sure ain’t pretty. This is one deeply twisted movie no one comes out of with clean hands.
Matt VanDyke thinks he’s telling his story, but his story ends up being about how telling your story is essentially dishonest.
The last shot of Short Cuts is of four people in clown makeup, smeared from a night of drinking and hot-tubbing, sucking on lemon slices and laughing. It’s the whole movie summed up in a single image.