The Problem With CGI
In which we find questionable those insisting we stop complaining about computer graphics overwhelming movies.
In which we find questionable those insisting we stop complaining about computer graphics overwhelming movies.
Stanley Kubrick’s last film, Eyes Wide Shut, is fucked up.
What’s this? A non-moralizing coming-of-age movie about a teenage girl? Tis rare indeed, but here it is, in all its ’70s glory.
In which killer rocks from outer space come for our women.
Tarantino’s debut is no cakewalk.
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.
This is a film full of shrinking potential.
In which we examine the fabled slasher video hit with the crazy-pants ending.
Matthew Vaughn’s Kingsman: The Secret Service is so clever it’s not clever at all.
Neill Blomkamp’s third movie, Chappie, is more enjoyable than his second, Elysium, but so is being poked in the eye with a sharp stick.
A classic of weird from 1953. Grab your blue beanie and check it out with me
Exhuming two sequels of old to find they do make sequels like they used to: badly.
In which I watch, for the first time ever, this most beloved Jaws rip-off.
A painterly documentary about Leon Russell finally sees the light of day.