Heroes: Season 1 (review)
Astonishingly addictive…
Astonishingly addictive…
This is inventive and exciting, a grip-the-armrests, hold-your-breath reinvigorating of the Western movie…
A gloriously deranged orgy of Bugs Bunny-style action and nonstop gunplay.
Holy shit, but this may be the best straight-up horror movie of the year — I was riveted by the sinister sophistication of it.
Oh, but there is joy in this movie… It fills you up, this wonderful, wonderful movie, with just the simple yet profound connection it’s possible to make with another creature, even if that creature is merely a cartoon rat.
Oh, thank the gods. Thank crazy Walt Disney’s head in a cryogenic freezer. Thank the army of producers and FX geeks and writers and cast and studio execs and focus-group gurus and everyone else who made this prepackaged, ready-for-synergy-marketing, lowest-common-denominator junk cinema the most cheesalicious, escape-a-riffic it could be.

It’s just as visually lively, just as crammed full of clever and literate wordplay, just as screamingly hilarious as ‘Shaun of the Dead.’
The first person who uses any aspect of this flick to justify the American debacle in Iraq is getting a swat across the nose with a copy of *My Pet Goat.* Which King Leonides of Sparta does not sit reading while his country is threatened and attacked.

There’s so much despair and anger and grief layered just into the background of Alfonso Cuarón’s film that I can’t shake its gray grimness — I’ve been haunted by this film for weeks now…

This is the smartest kind of spectacular that an international remake can be: it picks up the clever threads of story from its source material and weaves them into another world in such a way that it’s hard to see how they didn’t spring from that world in the first place.