BookWars (review)

Sidewalk book vendors are a familiar sight to anyone who has walked the streets of Manhattan below 14th Street, and yet they have an air of mystery about them. Sure, I’ve been lured by the siren call of cheap books — most New Yorkers are — but I’d always been a bit suspicious of the … more…

Family Business (review)

The word hero gets thrown around so much that its use has lost much of the intended impact. Indie filmmaker Denise Ohio restores a bit of the word’s luster with this surprisingly compelling portrait of Frank Minden. Who? An ordinary, hard-working man, a WWII vet and master diesel machinist, the 76-year-old Minden has never signed … more…

Coven (review)

I felt like such an insider, watching Coven, seeing as how I was right there, behind the scenes, for its production via the documentary American Movie. There’s Uncle Bill, executive producer! There’s Mark Borchardt’s best bud, Mike Schank, stoner extraordinaire! Despite what the heartbreaking, Ed Wood poignancy of Movie might lead you to believe, Coven … more…

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On the Beach (review)

The only reason to remake a film is if something new can be said or new insights can be found, or if it would just plain be fun to do so. But none of these are demonstrated by Showtime’s On the Beach, a pointless, overlong update of the 1959 classic that wasn’t exactly crying out to be updated. If this is how boring humanity can be, good riddance to us all, I say.

Passion of Mind (review)

Though it does not land overtly in the supernatural realm, Passion of Mind certainly seems to be part of the trend in psychological dramas, like The Sixth Sense and the upcoming What Lies Beneath — call it X-Files Lite. The worlds of Marie and Marty have a fantastical unreality about them — the France and the New York of their parallel lives have the clean beauty of illusion. Their homes are exquisitely decorated; their wardrobes are note-perfect for their respective lives. Either world could be the fantasy… or perhaps they both are.

Mission: Impossible 2 and Shanghai Noon (review)

Can it be a coincidence that both of the big new flicks this Memorial Day weekend — the kickoff for Hollywood’s first summer movie season of the twenty-first century — are basically Hong Kong action movies? The people who think about these kinds of things — current-events journalists, mainly — have already predicted that if the 1900s were the American century, the 2000s may well be the Asian century… but they were speaking economically and politically. I guess it’s probably inevitable that Asia would start to hold some cultural sway in the West, too.

Dinosaur and Jurassic Park (review)

Disney is well known for playing fast and loose with history in its recent animated films, but this is ridiculous. Dinosaur not only throws together dinos separated in time by millions of years, it also gives the big lizards little buddies in the form of lemurs, when everyone except your local creationist knows that higher mammals did not evolve until long after the dinosaurs went bye-bye.

Into My Heart (review)

Or, When Bad Things Happen to Rich People. Children of East Coast privilege, cynical Ben (Rob Morrow) and idealistic Adam (Jake Weber: U-571) are life-long friends, having endured the horrors of New England summers, Fifth Avenue winters, and an Ivy League education. But when Ben finds himself suddenly drawn to Adam’s coolly distant wife, Nina … more…

Battlefield Earth (review)

It’s been about 36 hours since I stumbled from the theater where I was tortured with Battlefield Earth, and the psychic wounds are only beginning to show themselves. I may never fully recover. Though it shamelessly rips off Planet of the Apes, Independence Day, Total Recall, and almost every other science fiction flick ever made, this is mostly its own brand of hell on Earth. I was expecting bad, but Battlefield Earth far surpasses my wildest dreams of sci-fi turkeyness. Stick a fork in this one, man — it’s done.