Forty Shades of Blue (review)
A gorgeously grim portrait of regrets and lost opportunities, Ira Sach’s tender and heartbreaking drama is supremely subtle in how it emotionally flays its characters to lay bare their unspoken anguish…
A gorgeously grim portrait of regrets and lost opportunities, Ira Sach’s tender and heartbreaking drama is supremely subtle in how it emotionally flays its characters to lay bare their unspoken anguish…
It might be the best show that ever got cancelled before it had finished what it had come to do, a science fiction drama that’s smart, gritty, and — the toughest thing for TV SF to accomplish — original.
Remarkable only for how stolidly unremarkable it is, as if it can’t be bothered to be exciting and is content to be merely competent.
Geek nirvana doesn’t come any sweeter or weirder than this mad amalgam of toy abuse and pop-culture spoofing…
Too soon too soon too soon. How can I bear to watch this? I don’t even know which 9/11 conspiracy theory to believe yet. Or maybe not too soon. How can I bear not to watch?
Part of the La Pfeiff Blog-a-thon celebration Michelle’s birthday this weekend.
They’re the worst people you’ve ever met, and you’re gonna spend a week in an RV with them. (I recommend you avoid them at all costs, actually.)
Help muckracking filmmaker Robert Greenwald stick it to war profiteers and corrupt politicians.
You thought Hugh Laurie was a nobody before ‘House’? Think again…
Get yer weekly cinemastrology fix, and laugh at Hollywood again for the very first time.