Project X (review)
Delivered unto us by our entertainment overlords, to rain despair upon you and to remove any vestige of hope you might have secreted away in the furtherest corners of your movie-loving heart…
Delivered unto us by our entertainment overlords, to rain despair upon you and to remove any vestige of hope you might have secreted away in the furtherest corners of your movie-loving heart…

There is a lot of real-life brutal shit on display, intense facing-your-mortality stuff, and it is anything but pretty…
A simple yet stupid riff on the disaster monster movie…
This is it: the collectivist kiddie flick that makes it look like fun to work together for the betterment of all. Disgusting!
Depression is like an enormous rogue planet entering your solar system and ripping your world apart…

Ohmygod the germs, the germs! They’re everywhere!
Ewww. It’s got Michael Bay’s jingo-jism all over it.

Is it weird that the overwhelming feeling I’m left with after Super 8 is one of a nostalgic melancholy?
If you haven’t already seen 2009’s Moon, I beg you to do so before you see Source Code, which will put you off director Duncan Jones, which wouldn’t be fair to you, to Jones, or to Moon.
There’s a little bit of Hammer horror in Julie Taymor’s messy but thrilling adaptation of Shakespeare’s last play, and there’s more than a little turning-of-the-tables, all of which brings a new perspective on the play, and a new appreciation for it, which is the best we can ask for the umpteenth adaptation of a centuries-old work.