A pleasant half-hour of light gags interspersed with 100 minutes of grueling, plotless CGI boredom does not a movie make.
I love the smell of gorilla farts in the morning.
I have been watching things and having thoughts. Sometimes simultaneously. Please allow me to demonstrate.
High Rise was not made to entertain you grungy, popcorn feasting masses.
Gothic Romance or Blood Lust? Yes.
There are few real artists left, suggests Jarmusch. And they are mostly vampires.