The Henry Rollins Show: Season One (review)
This is what talk shows should look and sound like: no holds barred and no bullshit.
This is what talk shows should look and sound like: no holds barred and no bullshit.
I love *Becoming Jane* even if it is almost entirely invented, because it captures both the aching romanticism and the cold, hard practicalities of Austen’s fiction.
Oh my god and wonder of wonders, here we have a studio movie — a drama! — starring not one but two actors-of-color. God, what a terrible phrase. Don’t we all have a color? Okay: two actors who aren’t the usual medium peachy-beige of those who typically get to star in studio movies unless their name is Denzel Washington.
Wildly hit or miss, but this season contains standalone episodes that rank with the series’ very best.
This is one costume drama that franker and darker than you might expect.
Comedian Kathy Griffin’s observations of the perils and pitfalls of sorta-fame… pile up into a hilarious puncturing of celebrity lifestyles and the public’s obsession with them.
Holy shit, but this may be the best straight-up horror movie of the year — I was riveted by the sinister sophistication of it.
Oh, but there is joy in this movie… It fills you up, this wonderful, wonderful movie, with just the simple yet profound connection it’s possible to make with another creature, even if that creature is merely a cartoon rat.

Make no mistake: *Sicko* is an explicit call for revolution, and it is a profound and horrifying one.
Constantly surprising and endlessly inventive, this is sketch comedy at its wild best: aggressively silly, unafraid to take chances, and deliciously absurd and nonlinear…