The Drowning Pool Flounders in the Deep End
The Drowning Pool has a lot going for it, but these elements just don’t float.
The Drowning Pool has a lot going for it, but these elements just don’t float.
They say drama is easy; that it’s comedy that’s hard. I think, to take it a step further, that it’s comedy disguised as drama that’s the hardest.
Donald Rumsfeld may be the most impressive weasel in history, a mighty distinction indeed.
Walter Hill’s eye-opening 1979 documentary, The Warriors, gave many Americans their first glimpse of the real New York.
This one goes out to the one I left behind. Another prop has occupied my time. This one goes out to the one I love.
The story is right there! Don’t over think it. It is a sequel. Sequels should be simple, stupid!
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.
Rainer Werner Fassbinder is one of the more colorful directors in movie history. To put it mildly. To put it another way, he was a madman.
On the bright side, following this film’s destruction, you might be able to afford an apartment on Russian Hill.
Calvary pokes your conscience with a stick to see if it’ll twitch. Depending on the answer, you might laugh or get cross. Or both.
The question Blue Ruin brought to mind was something nebulous about what makes a movie “good.” Because, on the one hand, Blue Ruin is in many ways a very good movie. On the other, it’s not really about anything other than being a good movie.
Let the zombie banquet begin!
Robin Williams? I remember Robin Williams…