Colombiana (review)
Colombiana fofana, Zoe Saldana banana. C’mon, sing it with me! C’mon! It makes more sense than the movie, and it’s more entertaining to boot.
Colombiana fofana, Zoe Saldana banana. C’mon, sing it with me! C’mon! It makes more sense than the movie, and it’s more entertaining to boot.
Apollo 18 is not scary. It’s not intense. It’s not surprising. It’s supposed to be all these things and fails completely.

It’s a rare thing, but sometimes digging up the past and giving it another spin is a good thing.
I love Martin Freeman, I really do, but what the hell is this shit?
Born on a battlefield! Blood blood blood! Bone crunching! Burn burn burn! In 3D!
There’s a lot of would-be wrenching stuff that One Day tries to pull that it doesn’t earn.
There is a conspiracy theory that I’m starting right now that one day back in 1987, as he was driving in the desert outside Austin, Robert Rodriguez was abducted by aliens…
Hoorah! Time to start mythologizing the reign of Saddam Hussein!
Holy shit, Indiana Jones and James Bond are fighting frickin’ aliens. This is a geekgasm. Or it should be. But it isn’t.
Asks the tough question: Should we remember every horrid detail of the past, or is it better to sometimes let the past go?