The Three Musketeers (review)
It is leaden where it should be light. It is graceless and charmless. It reels from the painful banter. It is the epitome of empty soulless corporate filmmaking.
historical
Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy movie review: let the spy one in
Why does no one ever intone at me and tell me to go to Budapest and wear polyester and smoke cigarettes and get all espionagey, dammit?
Killer Elite (review)
grunt grunt grunt *glower* [insert mockney swearing] bash crash punch kick [insert closeup of unshaven stubble]
Apollo 18 (review)
Apollo 18 is not scary. It’s not intense. It’s not surprising. It’s supposed to be all these things and fails completely.
The Devil’s Double (review)
Hoorah! Time to start mythologizing the reign of Saddam Hussein!
Cowboys & Aliens (review)
Holy shit, Indiana Jones and James Bond are fighting frickin’ aliens. This is a geekgasm. Or it should be. But it isn’t.
Sarah’s Key (review)
Asks the tough question: Should we remember every horrid detail of the past, or is it better to sometimes let the past go?
Captain America: The First Avenger (review)
It’s now a tossup whether the best comic-book superhero movie of 2011 is X-Men: First Class or Captain America: First Avenger… But I’m leaning toward Captain America.
Bobby Fischer Against the World (review)
Garbus’s portrait of Bobby Fischer as a lonely child and a monomanical young chess player becomes a portrait of his times as well…
The Tree of Life (review)
Tree of life? Tree of sanctimonious mopey male egotism disguised as a search for meaning, more like. Or a search for God. Or for nostalgia. Or for innocence. Or for Mom. Or for something.
