The Deep End (review)
But cast Tilda Swinton in the role of, as she is offhandedly referred to by a bit player here, “somebody’s mom,” and all of a sudden you’ve got a story about domestic discord that is compulsively watchable.
But cast Tilda Swinton in the role of, as she is offhandedly referred to by a bit player here, “somebody’s mom,” and all of a sudden you’ve got a story about domestic discord that is compulsively watchable.

This is classy gothic horror, old-fashioned in the best way: there are no CGI specters, just mysterious footsteps and distant cries and movement in the shadows and hushed whispers and slamming doors.
There are some serious gaps in my film education, I’m sorry to admit, but one of those gaps was recently filled when I saw *Apocalypse Now* for the first time.
Build Your Own Rush Hour Movie
Slipping girls a bubble-gummy, cinematic adaptation of YM magazine is okay — and gets you a G rating as long as no one uses any naughty words — because the fact that a girl’s worth is based strictly on her appearance is undeniable fact, and it’s the kind of thing our daughters need to learn if they’ve any hope of snagging a date-raping football-player boyfriend in high school. Fine fare for the whole family.
The Internet is bad for us; no, wait, it’s good for us. The Net makes us antisocial; no, wait, it makes us more gregarious. Can there be any doubt that a medium — whether it’s the telegraph, the boob tube, or the Internet — that changes the way we interact with our fellow humans will … more…
A series of gruesome murders is plaguing Tokyo: the victims die from loss of blood through an X-shaped incision in the neck, which severs both carotid arteries; the unlikely perpetrators hover nearby, remembering nothing about the crime. The police detective in charge of the case, Ken-ichi Takabe (Koji Yakusho, weary and sorrowful), wonders how killers … more…
What happens when you give $100 million to a geeky fanboy? You get a $100 million homage to a cult classic SF flick beloved by geeky fanboys.
Actually, most of the cast of America’s Sweetheart are not bad actors — they’re just badly directed from a bad script here. And that’s bad enough. This is cutesy-pootsie cotton candy that pulls all its punches and could only survive on the chemistry of its stars, which is unfortunately completely nonexistent.
Isla Sorna has become something of an attractive nuisance these days. Never mind that InGen’s real-life monster island is surrounded by restricted airspace and that travel to it is absolutely forbidden. Never mind that it’s common knowledge that people have been eaten there. Does this stop adventurous types from trying to catch a glimpse of an honest-to-goodness genetically engineered freak dinosaur? Of course not. InGen’s legal budget must require advanced mathematics to grasp.