Firehouse Dog (review)
A perfectly excruciating mix of stupidity and sentimentality…
First Snow (review)
Pearce’s usual intense dedication to being in the moment aside, there’s not a lot of there there.
Are We Done Yet? (review)
If you thought 2005’s *Are We There Yet?* was unendurable, you ain’t seen nothing yet.
The Loop: Season One (review)
The contrived shenanigans of Sam Sullivan (Bret Harrison) — 20something corporate VP by day, slacker by night — are as hollow as they are unfunny.
Bram Stoker’s Dracula (Masterpiece Theater) (review)
While this isn’t a strict transferal of Stoker to the screen, it feels like it is, feels particularly and peculiarly Victorian…
Princesas (review)
This slice-of-life drama brooks no sentiment and spares us none of the tedium and terror of life on the street…
Comedy Central Roast of William Shatner: Extended and Uncut (review)
Shatner is taunted by people you’ve heard of but couldn’t care less about — Andy Dick, Jeffrey Ross — and some seemingly pulled off the street…
my stuff on Film.com, and what’s happening here at FlickFilosopher.com
Recent Film.com stuff: • my usual Friday weekend preview • my previews of The Reaping and Are We There Yet? • my previews of Meet the Robinsons and Blades of Glory • my two-part interview with Jamie Bamber of Battlestar Galactica: Part I and Part II (and there’s a snippet of video over at Geek … more…
Ten ’Til Noon (review)
A man awakens late one morning after sleeping in to discover two armed assassins in his bedroom. Who are they? Who hired them? Why is he a target?
Blades of Glory (review)
It’s funny only if you think there is something amusing about men who are anything other than the Hummer-driving, date-raping, ‘hot-blooded’ caricature of a manly man.
