The Family Man (review)

You’ll produce a movie about how the humdrum lives of quiet desperation that the vast majority of people live aren’t really so bad after all. It’s not like it isn’t true — you do kinda miss your three-year-old daughter’s giggles, after all, and the smell of baking cookies. It’ll be a real feel-good movie celebrating the joys — honestly, there are some! — of ticky-tacky suburbia. And it’ll be a Christmas movie! Yeah! Christmas is good for making people feel all warm and gooey.

Santa Claus, the Movie (review)

If you’d like to really scare a child out of the Christmas spirit, plop her down in front of Santa Claus, the Movie. Just be sure to set aside sufficient funds for a lifetime of therapy afterward. Truly, this is perhaps the mind-numbingest, most incoherent, most amoral Christmas movie I’ve ever seen, and that’s including Santa Claus Conquers the Martians. Not only is the so-called story a disjointed mess — there are at least three different movies jammed in here — but this disgusting film turns Santa into an idiotic, heartless bastard.

Olive, the Other Reindeer (review)

Based on the children’s book of the same name, Olive, the Other Reindeer is the first animated Christmas special from the Fox TV network, and it’s chock full of the kind of quirkiness we’ve come to expect from the net that has given us The Simpsons and The X-Files. And Olive herself is the least of it.

Beavis & Butt-Head Do Christmas (review)

The Meanspirit of the Season When the sticky-sweet sentiments of the season threaten to send into a diabetic coma and you’re ready to take hostages if you hear that Muzak rendition of “Jingle Bell Rock” over the mall loudspeaker system one more goddamn time, then you are ready for the twisted and profane Beavis & … more…

Reindeer Games (review)

And then I’m mad again. How does a waste of celluloid like Reindeer Games ever get greenlighted in the first place? Who on Earth anointed Ehren Kruger Hot Young Screenwriter? Did anyone actually read this script before shooting began, or not till after the point at which there was too much dough already invested to just write it off as a loss?

Go (review)

So, Go’s three interconnected tales follow a diverse group of Los Angeles twentysomethings as their lives bang up against one another in a scenario that’s the 90s in a nutshell, from the Xer point of view: sex and danger that’s both exciting and terrifying (the clever script uses the word ‘go’ both in the imperative, let’s-get-out-of-here sense and also in the imperative, orgasmic sense, as a synonym for ‘come’). And is if to demonstrate typical Xer cynicism, it all happens while holly jolly Christmas passes by practically unnoticed in the background.

The Crossing (review)

It’s no Braveheart, but while I wait for The Patriot, The Crossing is a tasty appetizer. Sure and steady, this stately original film from the A&E cable network focuses on a brief moment of the seven-year-long war for American independence: the Battle of Trenton, when the commander-in-chief of the Continental Army, George Washington, averted the imminent end of the colonial rebellion and handed the enemy his first defeat.

Home Alone movie review: man of the house

The king of 80s teen angst, John Hughes will be forever be venerated by Gen-Xers as the writer/director of our Holy Flick: Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. But his favorite movie with the rest of the world is probably Home Alone, which Hughes wrote. One indication, admittedly drawn from an extremely tiny sampling of moviewatchers: To this day, ten years after the release of the biggest-grossing film of 1990, my mother — who tends to refer to actors as ‘the guy from that TV show’ or ‘the one who was married to that other one in that movie’ — calls Macaulay Culkin, adoringly, ‘Home Alone.’