Mr. Brooks (review)
Serial killers are people too, with hopes and dreams and loving spouses and kids who drive them crazy. That’s the repulsive theme of this revolting film.
Serial killers are people too, with hopes and dreams and loving spouses and kids who drive them crazy. That’s the repulsive theme of this revolting film.
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And so it begins. Reader Tim so eloquently responds to my review of Knocked Up thusly: Wow. After reading that review I only had one thought. “This chick needs to get laid ASAP.” It’s a comedy, stop treating it like it’s life & death. Another friend of mine thought “I hate women like her, because … more…
The problem is not that *Knocked Up* is “liberal” because it’s about casual sex and having a baby out of wedlock. The problem is that it is horribly conservative about embracing and enjoying an adult version of sexuality that has moved beyond dorm-room-esque groping.
British filmmaker Christopher Smith brings us one of the more outrageous black comedy/horror flicks I’ve ever seen…
With its cold brilliance and delicate aloofness, this is a movie you can hold aloft to recognize and examine its many intellectual facets in hard light, but it will never make you feel anything.
There’s not a lot wrong with this feel-good sports drama except that it’s much like the 873 other feel-good sport dramas we’ve seen this year. I like it anyway, for its go-girl spunk and tenderly solemn spirit.
Oh, I know I’m supposed to be ecstatic because it’s from French New Wave director Alain Resnais, but all I can think is that it should be called *Six Characters in Search of a Reason Why I Should Care.*