Best Of Bay Area Film – April 2014
Don’t know what movies, old and new, you ought to be excited about seeing this April? Do not panic. We are here to assist.
Don’t know what movies, old and new, you ought to be excited about seeing this April? Do not panic. We are here to assist.
Nowadays it’s common knowledge that the monsters living on Mars are far from humanoid in shape. We know they live inside the planet, hiding from the eyes behind our telescopes, […]
Finally, the eternal question is answered: why tapeworms, Noah? You leave the dinosaurs and take the tapeworms? We demand an explanation!
Woe to thee who dares view this broken down turd of a movie.
It feels like only yesterday that Silver Streak opened. Or so. The first pairing of Gene Wilder and Richard Pryor, to be followed by beloved classics like Stir Crazy, See No Evil, Hear No Evil, and the unforgettable Another You. Which I completely forgot about. I even forgot to see it.
There is no scarier place on earth than a hospital. Disease festers on every surface. The halls echo with screams of the dying. Depraved, sleep-deprived medical practitioners fornicate in ORs.
In the late ‘50s, a Belgian invented smurfs. Things have only gotten stranger over there ever since.
The Grand Budapest Hotel is not set in Hungary. It’s set in the imaginary European Republic of Zubrowka. More exactly, it’s set in the little dollhouse of Wes Anderson’s head.
In which the thrill of finding a new subatomic particle is made manifest. It’s Pi day, folks. Let’s talk about physics. And then maybe eat some pie.
I’m not going to say that Nicolas Cage is the best actor of his generation. I am going to say he’s the strangest. Nicolas Cage is his own genre. Nic Cage is a nouveau shaman.
Hayao Miyazaki’s final film (so he says), The Wind Rises, is a fitting close to his career. It feels ephemeral. It blows by soft as a summer breeze. It’s the […]
Back in the Depression, nothing was more delightful than watching impossibly rich ne’er-do-wells robbing even richer ones only to fall madly in love with one another and sail away into diamond encrusted sunsets.
Godfrey Reggio’s latest film (documentary?) (experiment?), Visitors, is something of a continuation of his Qatsi trilogy, but not so much that it earns a Hopi title. It is the Qatsiless Qatsi.
The Academy Awards, AKA Hollywood’s Meat Parade, are coming to a television near you this Sunday evening, and you know what that means: you’re going to lose the office Oscar pool yet again.