The Brothers Bloom (review)
A deliciously clever, convention-busting flick with more soul than you’d expect…
A deliciously clever, convention-busting flick with more soul than you’d expect…
The first rule of *Fighting* is: You don’t talk about *Fighting.* So please just pretend you can hear me giggling derisively instead.
Lest we forget, the slide into a fascism in America didn’t begin with George W. Bush: it was well underway in the 1990s, when our police went paramilitary in the “war on drugs” and new federal incentives for local communities to get drug convictions — however they could — led to a huge increase in … more…
Damn if there ain’t enough street racing in this here street racing movie.
Brutal and unrelenting, this documentary-style expose of the Naples equivalent of the Sicilian mafia burns away all hints of Hollywood glamour…

It’s not that I don’t like fluff: it’s that I don’t like dumb fluff. And yet clever fluff is so very rare. So of course I cheer a hearty “Hoorah!” for Duplicity.
Corruption! High finance! Political murder! Clive Owen!
Oh my goodness, I’ve been in love with Peter Davison for 25 years, and oh dear, I’ve just fallen in love with him all over again…
Bête Noir It’s been a week since I saw The Spirit and I’m still thinking about it, and usually that’s a good thing, when a movie sticks with you like that, but not always. Like, not this time. Cuz what I’ve been turning over in my head is this conundrum: Just how awful is this … more…
I kept expecting to hear, with every episode of *M Squad* I watched, the voiceover guy saying, “*M Squad*! In Color!” over the opening credits.