Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (review)
Holy shit, but this may be the best straight-up horror movie of the year — I was riveted by the sinister sophistication of it.
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.
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.
Fluffy baby penguins dancing and singing and waddling around their world with wide-eyed wonder? You have to have a heart of stone not to be a puddle of goo after coming in contact with that.
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.

It may sound bizarre to say that a film about women under threat of vicious, violent death is a triumph of feminism, but there we are…
Is it ‘The Empire Strikes Back’ or ‘Highlander 2: The Quickening’?
Cars are people too? Sooo not funny.
It’s ‘Comparative Mythology for Dummies’ done up Hollywood style, except there’s no smooching.