In Which I Review The First 19 Minutes of The Secret Life of Walter Mitty
A penetrating look at what may, or, let’s not be coy here, may not, be the most important 19 minutes in the history of film.
A penetrating look at what may, or, let’s not be coy here, may not, be the most important 19 minutes in the history of film.
To blow up that damned dam or let that dammed river be?
The private eye flick turned into a bleak reflection of 1970s paranoia and loneliness.
Oh, it’s long, this fight scene, but it is so much more.
The life story of one-time famous bank robber, John Wojtowicz, played by Al Pacino in Dog Day Afternoon, is exactly as outrageous as you want it to be.
Turn your eyes inside and dig the vacuum.
The Coen Brothers sure make some swell movies. Even when not entirely swell, swellness abounds within them. So. Let’s reduce their art to a list.
Newest addition to Disney’s growing list of Stand-Alone Star Wars films to star Jar Jar Binks and the Ewoks in a story connecting the two trilogies.
Let’s get small.
Donald Rumsfeld may be the most impressive weasel in history, a mighty distinction indeed.
In which the series 8 opener is found to be, sad to say, all too reminiscent of the mess that was series 7, despite the appearance of a promising new Doctor.
David Chase, never left alone since he blacked out The Sopranos, says something, says something else, and is for the most part completely misunderstood.
In which thoughts on director Alan J. Pakula and cinematographer Gordon Willis’s paranoid ’70s trilogy are thunk.
A childhood favorite I should have left alone.