Ice Princess (review)

Disney’s got the bland and calculatedly innocuous follow-your-dream sports movie down to a science now… just like Casey Carlyle (Michelle Trachtenberg: Eurotrip), the high-school heroine of its latest installment in the genre, who applies physics to figure skating to determine the precise equation for a can’t-miss triple axel. But wait — what’s this? The formerly … more…

Off the Map and The Upside of Anger (review)

Just Desert It’s rare enough, so when it happens, you have to cling to it and not let go: Some movies just fill you up so much with life and love and art and feeling and awe at the world and all the crazy, wonderful people in it that you simply have to burst into … more…

MaryAnn’s first reaction to ‘Angels & Demons’

MaryAnn loves the intellectual porn of secret libraries and Galilean puzzles that is “Angels & Demons”… (Did you find this secret post via my Twitter feed, Facebook page, or MySpace page? If not, you’re missing out on some of the FlickFilosopher fun, because I always post my instant after-screening reactions to films on those services. … more…

Robots (review)

This is how stupid I am. I said to myself, waiting for *Robots* to start, that at least there won’t be any fart jokes. How can there be fart jokes? They’re robots. Robots don’t fart.

Hostage (review)

Not that there’s anything wrong with trying to inject some solemnity and sophistication into an action movie, but god help you if you don’t do it right, because then you end up with the likes of *Hostage,* which is like a petulant teenager who wants to be seen as all grownup and mature and demands to be treated as such but then goes and gets roaring drunk on cheap beer, vomits all over the yard, and crashes Dad’s car into a lamppost in the high school parking lot.

Being Caribou (review)

George W. Bush suggested that anyone who wants to see what’s up there in ANWR should go take a look — and he ‘suggested’ it in an offhand, scornful way that implies he doesn’t think there’s much there of interest. (The clip of him making this suggestion is included in the film, so you can judge for yourself.) Environmentalist filmmaker Leanna Allison and her husband, wildlife biologist Karsten Heuer, took Bush up on his dare…

Dear Frankie and Mail Order Wife (review)

Hooray! *Dear Frankie* is finally — finally! — getting released. I saw this film ages ago, last summer, when it was slated to open last October, and then disappeared… I suspect because Miramax was waiting to capitalize on the presumed insanity that would surround *The Phantom of the Opera,* in which *Frankie*’s Gerard Butler also stars. I don’t know how much *Phantom*’s critical and box-office flopping is affecting that supposed plan, but if you’ve seen *Phantom,* don’t let that stop you from checking out *Frankie* — Butler doesn’t sing in this one.

The Tracker (review)

Can you stand another grim movie about how ignorant, bigoted, vicious, and small-minded people can be? Cuz this one is a doozy: it drags you across acres of despair, a harsh landscape of the angry, terrified side of human nature mirrored, a reverse reflection, in the desolate beauty of the Australian bush. The year is … more…

The Pacifier (review)

So I’m sitting there in the dark with my little reporter notebook, diligently taking notes and formulating theses to support my contention that *The Pacifier* fails as a film, and I think it was during a burst of abject whimpering from the very famous critic sitting next to me, whom I guarantee you’ve seen on TV, that I suddenly and finally realized the futility of life, the ubiquitousness of pain, and the infinite emptiness of the universe that we puny humans on our puny planet in our puny corner of the cosmos cannot hope to ameliorate.