Silk (review)
Beautiful-looking but torturously dull…
Beautiful-looking but torturously dull…
When The Brave One opens on Friday, audiences will see Jodie Foster in the same position she’s finds herself in onscreen an awful lot: alone. Sans man. In this new flick, for instance, she goes on a vigilante rampage through the streets of New York City after her financé is brutally murdered by street thugs. … more…

Movies about gangsters: You expect a lot of noise. Shouting and screaming. Barrages of gunfire. Not here. Here we have somber reflection, the lurking gray peril of an urban underbelly, shifting shifty glances and unspoken threats. ‘Eastern Promises’ is almost silent — even its title sounds like a shush.
Nothing on the roster of new shows that isn’t SF/F intrigues me in the least.
See it: • Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee [buy it]. From my review: The worst of it are the attitudes of the white men in charge, like President Ulysses Grant (played, oh ho!, by actor-turned-right-wing-politician-turned-actor-maybe-about-to-turn-right-wing-presidential candidate Fred Thompson), ostensibly a friend to the red man, who avers that “setting the Indian on the course … more…
Hey, it turns out that lesbians aren’t just people too, lesbians are women too. Who knew?
The attempts at humor are obvious, simplistic, and riddled with stereotypes — “dykes” hate men, gays are obsessed with physical appearance, and so on and so, tediously, on.
Saget apologizes to the audience at the get-go for his nonstop vulgarity, but that won’t stop him from beating to death his one joke: that, apparently, he only recently discovered the word ‘fuck’…
Ah, this is period drama like it’s supposed to be: not stuffy or stodgy but powerful, passionate, and alive with love and sex and tenderness.
There’s no damn way I’d wanna be watching ‘Torchwood’ edited for American squeamishness, and damn glad I have access to the British versions.