Skins: Volume 1 (review)
Oh, I’m so glad I do not have a teenage child, because if I did I’d have to lock it in a room with no windows and me with the only key. Holy crap, is this really what all the kids today are up to?
Oh, I’m so glad I do not have a teenage child, because if I did I’d have to lock it in a room with no windows and me with the only key. Holy crap, is this really what all the kids today are up to?

It’s about human life with a dog. And it doesn’t have to force any of its sentiment because its emotion springs from an honest assessment of how wonderful, frustrating, and surprising life can be.
Surely the concept of ‘family’ is one of the laziest bits of shorthand Hollywood films use as a shortcut for bypassing all the necessary drama that should otherwise be transporting a character from Point A to Point B over the course of a well-told story.
The London schoolteacher Poppy is the most annoying movie character ever, some are saying. Wait till the awards season really ramps up and some major critic group names Sally Hawkins the best actress of 2008.
And I thought the *Sex and the City* movie was appalling.
You almost want to hug ‘Swing Vote,’ too, it’s so cute in how it thinks that it’s not too late for all that, that one-man-one-vote really is something akin to, well, maybe nine innings of baseball on a glorious summer’s day.

Wall-E is practically religion. It’s spiritual in the secular sense, asking us to contemplate the great things we are capable of, and how we so frequently fail to even try to live up to that potential.
If little girls are perfectly capable of enjoying the adventures of Harry Potter, little boys should be capable to enjoying the adventures of Kit Kittredge…

Let’s get one thing straight: Amy Adams is adorable.
Listen carefully, because this is something I’m pretty sure you’ve never heard me say before, and chances are excellent that I will never say it again: This is one of the greatest romantic dramedies ever made.