‘Doctor Who’ thing of the day: “The War of Art” by Paul Cornell
I think I want to hear more — and in a story for adults, a story not suitable for children — about the summer of 1966 and the Doctor’s adventures with Andy Warhol…
trailer break: ‘Secretariat’
Nice horsie. Pretty horsie. Fast horsie.
question of the day: What films deal well with teenage boys and sex?
There are, of course, many many Hollywood movies about adolescent boys, but they tend to be extremely shallow and focused only on what boys are “supposed” to want — to be totally focused on nothing but getting with a ‘hot’ girl at the expense of all else — and almost totally ignoring the emotional side of the equation.
cinematic roots of: ‘The Social Network’
In The Social Network, Jesse Eisenberg invents Facebook in his Harvard dorm room, only to have all his friends and enemies sue him claiming he stole their ideas. This flick sprang from (among other films)…
cinematic roots of: ‘Let Me In’
In Let Me In, a child vampire (Chloe Grace Moretz) befriends a child nonvampire (Kodi Smit-McPhee) and violence and bloodshed ensues. This flick sprang from (among other films)…
cinematic roots of: ‘Case 39’
In Case 39, Renee Zellweger plays a social worker who rescues a child (Jodelle Ferland) from abusive parents only to discover that perhaps it was the demon child who was abusing her guardians. This flick sprang from (among other films)…
Case 39 (review)
How sad is it when a horror movie appears to be aiming for overwrought and still ends up underbaked? This overly familiar, wholly unoriginal would-be psychological thriller provokes few reactions outside of boredom and — in, sadly, too few moments — derisive laughter.
Let Me In (review)
It is a strange and curious thing that director Matt Reeves chose to follow up his uniquely distinctive Cloverfield with a film that is, if not precisely a shot for shot remake of the Swedish-language Let the Right One In, then at least a tonal copy.
Saturday cute: Ebook of the Dead
So maybe we should call it the Necronomidotcom?
my reads: ‘Blackout’ by Connie Willis
Connie Willis is a rotten, terrible person. She’s so mean to her readers, among which I count myself as one of the most fervent, that it’s almost unforgivable.
