“if films were reviewed like video games”
This actually sounds like what some complainers here think my reviews should sound like.
This actually sounds like what some complainers here think my reviews should sound like.

There’s another royal anniversary this year: the 60th since the Queen was coronated. Coronized? Crowned.
Actual unretouched phrases that people plugged into search engines this week that led them to this site (with some commentary from me)…

I’d never heard, for instance, about a potential impact on airline travel: commercial airliners may not operate safely in extreme heat.

I’d love to know what sort of business R.N. Cattle and Son were in.

Even when Walken, Pacino, and Arkin are phoning it in — on a rotary phone — they still earn their status as icons.

Some of it is hilariously awful, and some is just plain awful. But Statham’s attempt to be taken seriously as an actor is honest, at least.

In an almost terrifying reversal from the first film, this is crude, racist, and sexist, in entirely well-worn ways. (But the Minions are still funny.)

Every Doctor, every companion, every villain, every story…

Vera Farmiga. Patrick Wilson. Lili Taylor. Ron Livingston. With a cast like that, I’m there.