Seville photos: this alien tree, though…
I’m certain someone can reassure me that this tree is of entirely terrestrial origin.
I’m certain someone can reassure me that this tree is of entirely terrestrial origin.
Poetry is his weapon…

Lefty, loud, proud (and heartbreaking and infuriating with it). Rages against systems once meant to help people that have become machines intended to crush them.
The dorkiest ones first.

Take True Lies and Mr. & Mrs. Smith. Remove wit, sexy charm, and satire on marriage. This is a recipe for a movie anyone wants to see?
Pie comes the closest to Jon Stewart-style ranting political comedy of anyone in the UK.
You’re welcome.

Jack Reacher is back. And no one seems to know why. Low stakes, a rote plot, and undistinguished action add up to a pointless and unnecessary sequel.

Completely absurd, ultimately pointless, but also gloriously goofy: a Nancy Drew mystery with Scooby-Doo overtones and a thin veneer of bookishness.
I am very tired. And also wildly keyed up and high on cinema.