
London photo: Charlie Brown’s Roundabout
I’ve been riding this bus for more than three years, and I have never before seen “Charlie Brown’s Roundabout” as its destination.

I’ve been riding this bus for more than three years, and I have never before seen “Charlie Brown’s Roundabout” as its destination.

In honor of the launch of the London Games Festival.

The most significant female character here is the male protagonist’s wife… and she is introduced in a scene in which she is, literally, vacuuming.

A sitcom about old men creaking along the Appalachian Trail, reminiscing about slutty girls, and maybe having a stroke at any moment. You know, for fun.

Brutal yet sensitively rendered, putting a human face, if a fictional one, on an issue that rarely gets one. Almost Dickens for the 21st century.

A tasty treat of gentle but wise humor, full of as much sympathy but also tough love for its messed-up sisters as they are for each other.

A fiercely cinematic experience of startling metaphors, sweeping battles, intense characters, and vivid color that deserves to be seen on a big screen…

The supporting female adjunct to the male protagonist is so generic that I couldn’t even tell whether she was supposed to be a romantic partner or a sister.

The height of poor taste. Grants notorious men even more notoriety by giving voice to their inexcusable “travails,” thereby feeding their self-absorption.

A bravura dramedy that beautifully balances tragedy and comedy and asks a tricky question: Is it better to be cynical about art, or happily undiscriminating?