Smokin’ Aces (review)
A steaming pile of meaningless, worthless, civilization-in-decline, orgy-of-violence, bread-and-circuses sign of the apocalypse…
A steaming pile of meaningless, worthless, civilization-in-decline, orgy-of-violence, bread-and-circuses sign of the apocalypse…
Holy ruby slippers, is this one grim film. Enthrallingly spooky, appropriately frightful, but grim. Grim like it might make the Brother Grimm, “Well, it’s a bit *dark,* isn’t it?” in an accusatory tone.
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my regular Friday weekend preview “From Sundance to Stardom: The Coens, Soderbergh, and Rodriguez” (Sundance opened yesterday… and next year I hope to be there for it) “The End Is Nearer: Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Prime-Time TV” and some chat about the seventh annual Cinemararti Awards, which have indeed just … more…
This isn’t a commentary on the breakdown of law and order, of civil society itself — it’s a symptom of it.
Think Salma as Butch and Penelope as Sundance — there’s even an I-can’t-swim joke lifted wholesale from that classic film — but do ratchet down your expectations if you’re hoping for the kind of movie magic Newman and Redford gave us.
Imagine ‘Single White Female’ as mounted by the Royal Shakespeare Company, and you’ve got it. Oh, snickered the critic longing for smart silliness, do I love this movie.
Just a quick look at some of the latest: this week’s TiVo This! (which now runs from Thursday to Wednesday) some chat about the myteries of the Golden Globes my usual Monday-morning look at the weekend box office my despair over TV’s Lost The nice folks at Film.com promise me they’re working on 1) a … more…