The Grand Budapest Hotel: Same As It Never Was, Only Better
That is the magic of Wes Anderson’s film. He makes you nostalgic for something that never was.
That is the magic of Wes Anderson’s film. He makes you nostalgic for something that never was.
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 don’t want to freak you out, but giant, dangerous, super-powered rabbits are everywhere.
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.
A Good Day to Die Hard is as terrible as a family of spiders taking up residence in your mouth.
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.
Picture a slice of chocolate cake sprinkled with crushed peanuts, chili flakes, bean sprouts, whole shrimp, and a nice glaze made from nam pla.
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.
Please join us as we live-blog the pageantry and horror of this year’s Oscar ceremony.
‘When, oh when’ they will sob in their luncheon-meat cocoons, ‘will I ever release a film that anyone in their right mind would want to see?’
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.