Holy Rollers (review)
It’s a familiar story — Nice Kid gets mixed up in Bad Things — but as first-time feature director Kevin Asch tells it, there’s extra potency to the contrast between the Nice and the Bad.
It’s a familiar story — Nice Kid gets mixed up in Bad Things — but as first-time feature director Kevin Asch tells it, there’s extra potency to the contrast between the Nice and the Bad.

I can’t say there are lots of reasons to love Step Up 3D, but there are good reasons not to hate it.
Ever since he was a kid, Jack Harris never wanted to be a pornographer…
Sure, the clothes look funny and there’s no cell phones, only giant cackling radios, but that’s a given. It’s all the other unexpectedly different 1973 stuff that’s so disturbing.
Poor Zac Efron: he’s at that awkward Movie Star stage. He’s got It: that indefinable onscreen charisma. But Hollywood doesn’t have a lot of options for him while he’s stuck in the postadolescent, not-quite-grownup phase.

Someday, Rockwell will get his Oscar due, I have no doubt. But I bet that when that day comes, lots of movie lovers will look back and say, “But it should have happened for Moon.”
DCI Sam Tyler has an accident in 2005, and wakes up in 1973. Has he fallen down a rabbit hole, or is he following the Yellow Brick Road?
Made of spoilers. Don’t read until you’ve seen the episode unless you don’t care to have it spoiled for you.

My mind is blown. It is. Just not quite as blown as I was expecting it to be.
First-time writer-director Shana Feste has made a wise, insightful movie about family, grief, and how awful and how wonderful it is to discover that life goes on after someone you love dies.