X-Men: First Class (review)
“Best. Comic Book Movie. Evah!” So my inner fangirl is screaming at the moment as she does a little happy Snoopy dance.
reviews by genre
Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides (review)
I’ve listened to my fellow critics snarking on the film’s many many faults and I’ve laughed, but only at myself, because they’re not wrong and yet still it doesn’t change the fact that I really had a lot of fun with this movie.
Bridesmaids (review)
Progress! Hollywood has recognized the comedic value of women! If you’ve had it up to here with movies all about fat dudes who are disgusting and crude and that’s all extra funny cuz they’re fat, then behold: Bridesmaids features not one but two very overweight women who will gross you out with their flab, their sexual desires, their farts, their inability to recognize the personal space of others, and other revolting things that are doubly hilarious coming from fatties!
Take Me Home Tonight (review)
Hey, I love Duran Duran, too, but 80s nostalgia as a thing is so ten years ago… just about the time that the 33-year-old Topher Grace would have been the right age to play the just-out-of-college, I-dunno-what-to-do-with-myself whiner he plays here…
Priest (review)
Hey! It’s a supernatural horror flick about the clash between the power of the institution of The Church and the power of personal faith and belief. Oh, and also about kicking vampire ass.
Cave of Forgotten Dreams (review)
Werner Herzog has achieved something extraordinary with his intimate look at what he calls “one of the greatest discoveries in this history of human culture”…
Something Borrowed (review)
The genre always assumes we’ll sympathize with ugly, soulless, personality-free women doing terrible things to the people they supposedly care about in the pursuit of a wedding, because what is more important than landing Mr. Right, right? But even grading on that rom-com curve, this is a disgusting movie.
Insidious (review)
I can’t help but recall Eddie Murphy’s standup bit in which he suggested — this is decades ago now — that when a scary voice in your haunted house tells you to “Gettttt outtttt!” the best thing to do is leave…
Water for Elephants (review)
As cornball goes, there’s nothing cornier than running away to join the circus. And that’s why Water for Elephants works so beautifully: It doesn’t pretend to be anything other than an old-fashioned melodrama yarn-spun for as much emotion and tragedy and romance as possible.
Hanna (review)
Joe Wright makes sure his story looks great — and sounds great, with its aurally spectacular Chemical Brothers score — but it’s an empty experience, a Frankenstein story with no heft, indeed with little apparent awareness of the classic tale it is evolved from.
