J. Edgar (review)
If there’s one thing that comes across stridently and passionately from Clint Eastwood’s curiously blah biopic J. Edgar, it is this: Leonardo DiCaprio really wants an Oscar.
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Arthur Christmas movie review: sufficiently advanced Christmas magic
Is there sweet? Absolutely. But it is cut with funny: sometimes wicked, sometimes manic, often hysterical, always clever funny. And a whole lotta poignant, too.
Immortals (review)
It’s like if Samwise Gamgee wrote fan fiction about Greek mythology, and then Vogue magazine’s most outré photographers did a huge photo spread based on that…
Into the Abyss (review)
Here is the mystery and wonder of Werner Herzog: this is simultaneously his least Herzog-y film and also the most profound expression of Herzog-ness yet…
The Awakening (review)
An elegantly creepy tale of a haunting that, wonder of wonders, one may approach equally well from the perspective of total supernatural belief or entrenched skepticism…
Martha Marcy May Marlene movie review: occupy victimhood
It takes an extraordinary film to turn the notion of woman-as-victim on its head… and an even more extraordinary film if it does posit as its central conceit that its protagonist has unquestionably been victimized.
Miss Bala (review)
There is a whole lotta frustration to be found in a movie about a woman forced to play men’s games who doesn’t fight back… not even a little.
Machine Gun Preacher movie review
Gerard Butler gets Jesus. But not — this is my favorite thing about this movie — in an obnoxious way.
classic ‘Doctor Who’ blogging: “Earthshock”
Looking at this story again, in the light of distance and in seeing reflections of what Doctor Who has become since 2005, I realize there was so much more that impacted me, and that it’s so much richer than I realized at the time.
Weekend (review)
It’s meant to be terribly romantic how theses two sweet guys fall in love over the course of a few days. But something doesn’t feel quite right to me.
