Crank (review)
Is it possible that a movie so utterly without redemptive value, so completely, pointlessly uncalled for, can also be, you know, kinda fun?
Is it possible that a movie so utterly without redemptive value, so completely, pointlessly uncalled for, can also be, you know, kinda fun?
Cuthbert picked a poor film to get behind as star and producer: it mistakes luridness for tragedy and monotony for sophistication.
The British accents may lend a touch of Benny Hill randiness… but the feeling that we’ve seen this all before would be inescapable anyway.
Guys who know what they’re talking about, fan-wise, check in on my new book.
But I’ll catch up on new flicks anyway…
My new book is up on Amazon already. Inconceivable!
How to order a signed copy of my book without using PayPal.
Just an FYI: I’m blogging about my trip to Worldcon, the big science fiction convention (in Anaheim this year), over at Geek Philosophy.
Is it just me, or is there something really sweet about Mark Wahlberg? Not to suggest he’s not all manly and muscly and footbally or anything…
Fantasy like we like our movies to be, a cinematic phantasmagoria of a dream version of the past, lush, rich, ridiculously romantic…