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.
In which a rapper tells you about movies.
There is wisdom in that old adage, let sleeping bombs lie. Alas, I keep on ignoring it.
A twisty time travel series proves to be smarter than you hoped.
Turn on your television these days and you will find a strong uniformity to the editing on many of the shows that fall into the “non-scripted” category. Explanatory voiceover drawn […]
A visual and audio head-trip of a movie you will either fall in love with or fall asleep to.
Just pretend it’s a Star Wars movie and that the two leads are supposed to be as charismatic as canned salmon.
In which I find a Paul Thomas Anderson movie I rather like.
A list for thems what like lists.
In which an imaginary frog is invoked to make a small amount of sense from a sadly senseless movie.
They had the skill. They had the cred and the time and resources and, yet, what they have produced is so pube-straightingly, joint-invertingly, ghastly terrible you will not stop removing your eyes to check if they’re still working properly from the time it starts to its thankful finish.
Hectic warehouse crescendos: one
A brain-tired movie-muser wonders what to write. Probably something about movies?