How She Move (review)
These kids today, with their funky step dancing and their vibrant street culture and their desperate attempts to raise tuition for private school. Where did we go wrong with them?
coming of age
‘Sarah Connor Chronicles’ blogging: “The Turk”
(previous: “Pilot”/“Gnothi Seauton”) I think I officially fell in love with Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles with this episode, “The Turk.” First, a quick plot recap (a more complete one is available at Fox’s official site for the show), and then I’ll tell you why I’m loving this. Sarah, John, and their nice-Terminator bodyguard Cameron … more…
‘Sarah Connor Chronicles’ blogging: “Pilot”/“Gnothi Seauton”
So now we know: forget Terminator III. Everything that happened in Terminator III doesn’t count. Until Terminator IV, of course, which will follow on from the events of III. But till then, consider the future changed. Just not changed enough. These two debut episodes of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles — the pilot and “Gnothi … more…
Superbad (review)
This is why Hollywood mostly sucks: Corporate movies are getting made from scripts written by 13-year-olds who went on to drop out of high school.
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.
Knocked Up (review)
The problem is not that *Knocked Up* is “liberal” because it’s about casual sex and having a baby out of wedlock. The problem is that it is horribly conservative about embracing and enjoying an adult version of sexuality that has moved beyond dorm-room-esque groping.
Happy Feet (review)
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.
Accepted movie review: course correction
Almost like a forgotten relic of the late 70s, early 80s, when even summer comedies came with a touch of social commentary and a bit of class consciousness — when they ate the rich instead of aspiring to be one of them.
Pride & Prejudice (review)
This is what, the 18,562,012th film version of Jane Austen? How many times can Lizzie Bennet and Mr. Darcy misunderstand each other and yearn and burn and fail to see past their own snobbery and stubbornness until they finally do? Oh my god, do we really need another *Pride & Prejudice*?
Dreamer: Inspired by a True Story (review)
All over the country, little girls with equine fixations will be blinking their dreamy pony-filled eyes at their daddies and pleading please please please prettyplease can we see the horse movie? And oddly enough, *Dreamer: Inspired by a True Story* is the cinematic equivalent of the deployment of such adorable nascent feminine wiles: Please don’t shoot the horse with the broken leg, Daddy, Dakota Fanning with her enormous eyes brimming with tears and her quivering lip doesn’t exactly say, but she might as well have. Please nurse the horse back to health at tremendous personal expense and sacrifice so you can later give it to me as a prezzie and I can train her and we can enter the massively prestigious Breeder’s Cup race with her! Pul-eeeeeeze!
