Open Season (review)
Surprise! This is as fresh, as clever, as lively, as huggable, as satisfying as animated movies get.
Surprise! This is as fresh, as clever, as lively, as huggable, as satisfying as animated movies get.
Oh, those rickety biplanes, all canvas and wood and held together by spit and a prayer, come taxiing out of the early morning fog and there’s the sad tin whistle music and the eager young men jumping to get up in the air and get themselves killed, and I’m a basket case from the get-go, all tears and sobby and having just the best time I can have at the movies: I. Am. Moved.

A superb contemporary example of cinema du serpent, wittily harkening back to its thematic progenitors, but it is a marvelous achievement in its own right, too…
Is it ‘The Empire Strikes Back’ or ‘Highlander 2: The Quickening’?
Two thrillers you wish weren’t quite so thrilling, with their terrifying basis in reality…
Cars are people too? Sooo not funny.
It’s ‘Comparative Mythology for Dummies’ done up Hollywood style, except there’s no smooching.
Who knew there was so much on a cruise ship that could explode so spectacularly? Plus: ohmigod, Josh Lucas!
Look, I realize that it can be hard to distinguish from dry snark, but I swear to god I am being 100 percent totally and sincerely sincere when I implore you to feel Tom’s pain. Maybe.