Zodiac… build[s]… to a confrontation with evil that isn’t quite like anything we’ve seen on film before. For this is not a movie about a serial killer as we’ve come to think of them — this is not a bloody gorefest that pretends to be some sort of visceral ritual purification for we decent folk trying to get our heads around something impossible to truly understand, but is actually nothing more than a pornographic expose of a madman’s modus operandi. It doesn’t even offer the intellectual catharsis of attempting to profile and define and categorize the precise psychosis that drives a serial killer. It is not about a killer, really, but about how we decent folk relate to the knowledge of his existence — it is, perhaps, an attempt to profile and define and categorize the precise psychosis that drives our grim fascination with serial killers.
• The Host [buy it]. Might get a chance to finally review this now that it’s on DVD. One of the great monster movies of all time, no exaggeration.
Visions of Blade Runner and 50s noir were clearly dancing in the head of the talented director, Christian Volckman, who helped develop the graphically fascinating black-and-white animation process used here, but sere style is all this French flick (dubbed into English by an impressive voice cast, including Daniel Craig as the cop) has to offer.
[T]his entire set might be worth it for one episode alone: “200,” the series’ 200th episode, featuring the return of Wormhole Xtreme creator Martin Lloyd and a selection of sci-fi sendups that are as loving as they are hilarious. Best. Episode. Ever? Maybe.
• A Bit of Fry and Laurie – The Complete Collection… Every Bit! [buy it]. If you love Stephen Fry and you love Hugh Laurie then you will love them together in their brilliant sketch comedy show, from the late 80s/early 90s.
Twenty-three reversed is 32, and 3 minus 2 is 1, which how many stars I’d give The Number 23 if I gave stars, which I don’t. And that one star is dedicated purely to Jim Carrey and his rangy, ragged, totally fascinating performance as an actor on the precipice of his career– I mean, a man on the precipice of madness.