Running with Scissors (review)
It’s movies like this one that make me wanna hang up my hat as a critic, because I just can’t figure out what’s wrong with it.
It’s movies like this one that make me wanna hang up my hat as a critic, because I just can’t figure out what’s wrong with it.

The Prestige is a fan-fuckin’-tastic popcorn flick that’s as smart as it is shifty, like some lost Alan Moore graphic novel come to life, like something Jules Verne would have written if he were Neil Gaiman.
Half bitter and harsh, half propagandistic and hagiographic, this is the love child of ‘Saving Private Ryan’ and ‘Pearl Harbor,’ too sentimental to be intellectually satisfying but too tart to serve as melodrama.
Becky Fischer wants to burn Harry Potter at the stake, and she’s sacrifice her own children to do it.
Bruce Campbell’s second movie, made right after ‘Evil Dead,’ features no undead armies or villains from the future, unless you want it to.
What I’m yakking about over at the new Film.com…
Two very different adaptations of the ancient saga.
I’m posting twice a day at Film.com — are you reading it?
This is one of the best films of 2006 so far, and, ironic as it may sound, will be even better appreciated by those who also loved last year’s film.
Lacks all conviction in its would-be insurgent attitudes and lacks any courage in seeing through to a tough conclusion the political realities it pretends to attack.