A young man. A tiger. A small lifeboat. As the premise for a film, it’s intriguing. One simply must wonder: just how full of tiger poop can this thing get before it sinks?
In order to tear something down, first you must build. Otherwise, there’s no loss, no drama. Wreck It Ralph took a by-the-numbers plot and over-gilded it with in-jokes, asides, and […]
In Holy Motors, M. Oscar opens his file to find who he should be next. Is it performance or is it life? It seems “yes” is the answer. Now count how […]
The tensest part of Argo came thirty minutes in, when I thought, “Did I leave the BBQ on?” That tension lasted through Ben Affleck’s last lingering close-up when I found […]
And I don’t even like Def Leppard! I was going to say that at least Hysteria the movie has more female orgasms per minute, but on second thought, I bet […]
Goldie and Warren, why are you robbing that bank? Take that ridiculous fireman’s hat off. Look out! Germans! Do not view this movie. Watch Shampoo instead.
You know your thriller is pants when the climax doesn’t make a lick of sense. You did what when why? I think I saw this episode of Law & Order.
So completely without merit, it’s amazing it exists. Good thing Robert Downey Jr. fixed his teeth. I enjoyed it.
Jack Nicholson’s forgotten ’71 debut as a director, Drive, He Said, also co-written by Nicholson, was forgotten for a reason: it’s really quite awful.
Vigalando sets up a high-concept idea, but then only uses it as background for a sitcom plot. The clever premise seemed content to stay in idle. Me, not so much.
I paused Margaret, for the first time, 45 minutes in, during a sex scene, bored. Obviously, the creators of this film cared about something, but it sure wasn’t me.