Three actors. Three movies. Three gods. You have been warned.
A movie desperate to be fun suffers from desperation.
Stanley Kubrick’s last film, Eyes Wide Shut, is fucked up.
Saying it’s the best in the series may not be saying a lot, but it’s saying something. Something like: Gosh, this ain’t half bad.
If Princeton needs men like Joel, then Harvard needs men like Malcolm, Hollywood needs men like Famuyiwa, and America needs to kick itself into shape, take a long look in the mirror, and demand an answer to the question: ‘what the fuck?’
It took me awhile, but I’ve now seen Legend. Will I ever unsee it?
The mid-80’s were the Golden Age of movie comedies and we didn’t even realize it.
Two characters. One vague villain. Only a whiff of backstory. No transparent lunges towards a potential sequel.
To see quite a few more words, and to find out whether that’s a good or a bad “wow,” come on inside.