The Big Year (review)
A charming little movie that is so amiably ridiculous that you’re sure it must have been invented, but it’s based on a real wacky thing…
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Hugo (review)
Martin Scorsese made a 3D kids’ movie that’s about movies. That’s about the love of movies. And it’s steampunky and rollicking and features a cool girl character, too. How is it possible that I won’t love this movie?
Moneyball (review)
I had been reduced to a slobbering gushy mess by the end of this gloriously entertaining movie even though I’d spend the entirety of the running time before this marveling at how this is the least sentimental baseball movie ever.
The Descendants (review)
One of the very best movies of 2011. It is the movie of the year, in many ways beyond its simple superlative overall excellence.
The Help (review)
If movies that’re all men and no women can be universal, so can this one. This is The Shawshank Redemption.
I Don’t Know How She Does It (review)
It’s pretty fucking clear how Sarah Jessica Parker’s Kate Reddy does it. How she manages to juggle a high-powered career, two demanding moppets, and a marriage: She’s got a buttload of dough.
Swinging with the Finkels (review)
I love Martin Freeman, I really do, but what the hell is this shit?
Larry Crowne (review)
Aggressively meh. Larry Crowne is not a bad movie. It’s not a particularly good one, either.
Something Borrowed (review)
The genre always assumes we’ll sympathize with ugly, soulless, personality-free women doing terrible things to the people they supposedly care about in the pursuit of a wedding, because what is more important than landing Mr. Right, right? But even grading on that rom-com curve, this is a disgusting movie.
Hanna (review)
Joe Wright makes sure his story looks great — and sounds great, with its aurally spectacular Chemical Brothers score — but it’s an empty experience, a Frankenstein story with no heft, indeed with little apparent awareness of the classic tale it is evolved from.
