Nanny McPhee Returns (aka Nanny McPhee and the Big Bang) (review)
There is a sorry tradition among children’s movies of late that dictates that bratty kids are adorable…
There is a sorry tradition among children’s movies of late that dictates that bratty kids are adorable…
The horror of Bong Joon-ho’s bleakly comic film begins with how it’s barely a blip in a mother’s routine when her son is accused of murdering a teenaged schoolgirl and Mom must doggedly go to work to find the real killer…
There’s something ridiculously and deeply sad about what Eat Pray Love reveals about the deprived lives American women lead…
It’s *Twilight* for boys…
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.
Made of spoilers. Don’t read until you’ve seen the episode unless you don’t care to have it spoiled for you.
Oh, America. Keep your little girls away from *Ramona and Beezus.* For your little girls might get ideas into their heads. You know, dangerous ideas about using their imaginations. And about not giving in to bullies or the pressure to be predictable and conventional. And about the value and fun of being their own funky, original selves.
*Salt* works. As in breathless-nonstop–action-intensity works. Oh, sure, it’s nutty-as-a-fruitcake insane at the same time, but being this hugely entertaining goes a long way toward making you not want to laugh at it.
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.