Slumdog Millionaire (review)
An enchanting movie about love and destiny and honor and perseverance and how a shitload of money cannot ever hope to measure up to them…
drama
YPF (review)
If this is meant to be representative of ‘modern relationships,’ count me out.
Wagon Train: The Complete Color Season (review)
The only bell *Wagon Train* rings for me is its role in the story of how Gene Roddenberry first pitched *Star Trek* to NBC — he now famously said that it would be “*Wagon Train* to the stars.” Which I never quite understood.
Australia (review)
If director Baz Luhrmann had decided to shoot in black-and-white, you’d hardly be able to tell this wasn’t made around 1939 or so. Sure, all those gorgeous helicopter shots of the wild and dangerous and beautiful Outback would be a dead giveaway, so they’d have to go. But otherwise…
Synecdoche, New York (review)
It was Charlie Kaufman, at the multiplex, with a mindfrak.
The Boy in the Striped Pajamas (review)
How’s this for a rude childhood awakening? You discover that your father, whom you adore and worship, is actually an evil Nazi stooge.
Quantum of Solace (review)
We can only blame *Casino Royale.* The 2006 reboot of James Bond was so brilliant, so satisfying, so organically of the moment that it could only prove hard to top, and even hard to equal.
The Commander: Set 1 (review)
Oh, but women have come a long way in London’s Metropolitan Police since Lynda La Plante thrust Helen Mirren up the chain of command to DCI in Prime Suspect in 1991, almost 20 years ago.
Changeling (review)
This I will concede: I finally get what the big deal is about Angelina Jolie.
Boy A (review)
Jack Burridge did a very bad thing, years ago, as a child. Today, he’s a young man just released from a juvenile institution in a British city, trying to make his way anonymously in a world that knows all about his deed, and is not at all willing to pardon him for it.
