Paris 36 (review)
Oh my goodness, I didn’t expect this: *Paris 36* is *The Muppet Show* in, you know, Paris in 1936.
Oh my goodness, I didn’t expect this: *Paris 36* is *The Muppet Show* in, you know, Paris in 1936.
It’s hard to put a finger on anything actually *wrong* with this earnest drama of politics, conscience, and democratic ideals…
Tons of spoilers! Don’t read unless you’ve seen the episode!
A beautiful jewel of a planet. Alien invaders swooping down to steal precious resources and wipe out the natives. Oh, but look at that: it’s humans as the bad guys, as the alien invaders…
Not a magical-negro flick, I promise…
This is probably the best two-hour, 2009 version of that six-hour, 2003 British TV miniseries possible.
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…
Poor Brandon Routh. He caught the Superman curse.
Brutal and unrelenting, this documentary-style expose of the Naples equivalent of the Sicilian mafia burns away all hints of Hollywood glamour…
I wish *Flash of Genius* were’t quite so staid, because it tells an important story, and one the likes of which we hear less and less of the more necessary they become