Ironclad (review)
James Purefoy as a disillusioned Templar is as bleakly gorgeous as the film around him…
James Purefoy as a disillusioned Templar is as bleakly gorgeous as the film around him…
Admirable. Too, too admirable…
Aggressively meh. Larry Crowne is not a bad movie. It’s not a particularly good one, either.
Ewww. It’s got Michael Bay’s jingo-jism all over it.
A refreshing breath of just-so-wrongness in today’s movie milieu.
I am consumed by the aubergine power of muddled confusion and despair.

Is it weird that the overwhelming feeling I’m left with after Super 8 is one of a nostalgic melancholy?
The kids are all right. They just want to meet their dad. Last year’s fictional family comedy about sperm-donor kids and this-right-here documentary — as cheery and bittersweet and lovely-melancholy as can be — are surely the first indications of a wave of cultural angst over the rise in sperm-donation as a thing…
“I can’t believe this is happening again,” laments Stu… and he’s not the only one. You cannot even honestly say about The Hangover Part II that it’s a matter of “same shit, different movie”: it’s pretty much the same movie as The Hangover…
What saves this from feeling like it should have gone direct to video is the animation, which is breathtakingly beautiful: this fantasy ancient China is gorgeously designed…