Seven Psychopaths (London Film Festival review)
Bursting with equal parts exasperation, despair, cultural criticism, and black comedy…
Bursting with equal parts exasperation, despair, cultural criticism, and black comedy…
There’s genuine magic here. Dark magic, even. That’s a good thing.
The world’s most insipid vampires are back in inaction! Twilight has never been more about people standing around waiting for stuff to happen to them…
Gets that we have a relationship with games that exists beyond the point at which play in any given game stops, that we have a relationship with gaming.
LOL for American network television trying to do fantasy. Except Grimm isn’t funny, not even a little — not even accidentally. It’s dull. Worse, it’s so damn tediously conventional.

What we witness here is the destruction of the old Bond mystique, and the creation of a new one. This is the sneaky cleverness of the film: it is, at last, going to tell us why Bond still matters.
This is sheer manic animated anarchy, endlessly frenzied and funny; tickles and surprises both visually and intellectually…

Insanely grand… My god, I love this movie. It’s every movie. It’s the ultimate movie.
A little bit Mel Brooks, a little bit Airplane!: subtle humor that slips under your radar instead of bashing you over the head is what makes Casa one of the more adventurous comedies in recent years…
If this is any indication, Taken 3 will be nothing but Liam Neeson running around whatever European city ponies up the biggest tax credits, growling and beating up random swarthy passersby who look at him askew. It would be only a tiny step below this.