Michael Collins (review)

Michael Collins was a revolutionary, a patriot. At the risk of oversimplifying, Collins was kinda an Irish George Washington — he wanted to kick some British butt in aid of independence for his country. His story is full of drama and great personalities and stuff blowing up…

The Butcher Boy (review)

But like many Irish dramatic endeavors, The Butcher Boy is both comedy and tragedy, so Francie’s is a little more tortured than the typical childhood. And Francie himself is more unstable than most kids…

Extreme Measures (review)

When you consider it, it’s really quite an accomplishment for a movie to offend on more than one level. Extreme Measures, for example, laughs in the face of lesser films that merely bore the viewer with a predictably plot or forgettable characters…

Nightwatch (review)

It must be at least a year since I saw the first previews for Nightwatch, starring the lovely and talented Ewan McGregor. Looked like one of those scary-funny black comedies in the vein of Shallow Grave (also with McGregor), which I loved. So I waited eagerly. And waited. And waited…

Lost in Space (review)

Ultra cool! The best I’ve ever seen! Out of this world! I’m speaking, of course, of the end credits of Lost in Space, which are a psychedelic, funked-up kind of Japanese anime (the kind that gives you epilepsy — woo woo!) accompanied by way-danceable techno-pop…

Contact (review)

Contact opens with one of the most beautiful sequences ever created on film. We get a perspective of Earth from orbit, slowly rotating in the sunshine, and at full blare we hear what the universe hears of Earth: radio and television, a multitude of channels, all jumbled together and beamed into space…