A pleasurably peculiar documentary about the intersection of film and tennis, of lies and truth, of McEnroe and clay.
Spike Lee’s period piece fights its way into the present and kicks you in the face.
A 92 part mock documentary that makes the horrors inflicted by Hitchcock’s birds seem downright pleasant by comparison.
A movie desperate to be fun suffers from desperation.
In which the misleading nature of this article’s title is not apologized for.
A slightly off-kilter movie that could have used a little more off-kiltering.
You will believe everything that happens.
You like Kubrick? Leon Vitali likes him more.
Science demands an answer to this enduring mystery.
It is here. It is big. It is beautiful.
Give teenagers time and nothing to do, and they will set the world on fire just to watch it burn.
Spielberg’s adaptation of the nerd-ful novel never makes it past level one.
A very pretty, sometimes funny, sometimes adorable, sometimes boring Wes Anderson doghouse. Dollhouse, that is. But with dogs. Lots of dogs.
There is wisdom in that old adage, let sleeping bombs lie. Alas, I keep on ignoring it.