Crush and My Wife Is an Actress (Ma femme est une actrice) (review)

This one is going to drive the sick fetishists online crazy. When they type ‘crush movie’ into Google, they’re gonna come up with this Andie MacDowell romantic dramedy, which isn’t so much about the crush she has on a cute young stud but the way her best ‘friends’ try to crush their relationship.

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Very Annie Mary (review)

Is Rachel Griffiths a plain woman whose talent fools us into thinking she’s beautiful, or a beautiful woman so talented she’s not afraid of looking plain? Either way, Griffiths (The Rookie) secures her place as a goddess with this slice of bittersweet British tweeness from filmmaker Sara Sugarman. Annie Mary Pugh is the diametric opposite … more…

Teddy Bears’ Picnic (review)

They’re the richest, the whitest, the most powerful men in the world, and once a year they gather at Zambesi Glen in Northern California to cut loose and plan their continued domination of the planet. Inspired by the exclusive men’s retreat Bohemian Grove, where Richard Nixon and Henry Kissinger have frolicked, writer/director Harry Shearer (EDtv) … more…

The Rookie (review)

But if you’ve been moved by that religious experience of seeing the diamond, if you damn near cry when the national anthem gets played over a tinny loudspeaker at a Little League game, if a beat-up glove gets you all choked up, then you must bring a whole damn box of Kleenex with you to the theater. Even men can cry over this one, cuz it’s about sports.

Death to Smoochy and Panic Room (review)

A movie is never more of a crushing disappointment than when you’ve gotten your hopes up, when against your better judgment you’ve bought into the hype and the advertising and the how-can-it-miss high concept. Imagine how sad the entire geek community is going to be if Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man sucks. (But it can’t suck, right? Right? I mean, it’s Sam Raimi. It’s Spider-Man. Please, whatever movie gods there are, don’t make it suck. Don’t do that to us.)

Showtime (review)

So you’re channel surfing in the middle of the night and you come across — probably on Encore or Starz! or some other channel that tries to create excitement with an exclamation point — you come across car crashes and stuff blowing up and guns, guns, guns, and reluctant-buddy cops who snipe at each other constantly (one of whom declares that he’s getting too old for this shit, the other one who takes nothing seriously) and you think to yourself: Huh. I didn’t know DeNiro made a lethal-weapon movie. This has gotta be ten years old — how did I miss this?

Ice Age (review)

The computer animation may be lovely — hair is soft and realistic, fire is gorgeous — but that can’t make up for a humdrum script that steamrollers the audience with an overly sentimental story we’ve seen too many times before. As glaciers advance, a woolly mammoth, a sloth, and a sabretooth tiger team up to … more…