The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (review)
I’m not sure I’ve seen a more superfluous film that Fincher’s pointless second take on a story that was served supremely well onscreen so recently.
I’m not sure I’ve seen a more superfluous film that Fincher’s pointless second take on a story that was served supremely well onscreen so recently.
Oh, glorious steampunk! Oh, glorious Victoriana! Oh, for a time when men were men (and not little boys) and industry meant hard work (and not corporate malfeasance) and optimism (and not despair) ruled the day. When the future was so bright, you hadda wear shades.
It’s hard to imagine that Hunter S. Thompson created his semiautobiographical journalist Paul Kemp as such an ineffectual figure…
A charming little movie that is so amiably ridiculous that you’re sure it must have been invented, but it’s based on a real wacky thing…
Martin Scorsese made a 3D kids’ movie that’s about movies. That’s about the love of movies. And it’s steampunky and rollicking and features a cool girl character, too. How is it possible that I won’t love this movie?
I had been reduced to a slobbering gushy mess by the end of this gloriously entertaining movie even though I’d spend the entirety of the running time before this marveling at how this is the least sentimental baseball movie ever.
One of the very best movies of 2011. It is the movie of the year, in many ways beyond its simple superlative overall excellence.
It. Is. So. Romantic! I could almost die. Just like Bella does here. Almost die, I mean. Because that’s what you do for love.
A film that gnaws at our notions of what’s proper and what’s improper, dredging up unexpected horrors from the most banal of ordinariness.
If movies that’re all men and no women can be universal, so can this one. This is The Shawshank Redemption.