
The Thick of It review
My ears are bleeding from Malcolm Tucker’s volcano of hilariously creative vulgarity; he is to profanity what Shakespeare is to poetry.

My ears are bleeding from Malcolm Tucker’s volcano of hilariously creative vulgarity; he is to profanity what Shakespeare is to poetry.

Sporadically exciting French action drama about a 1988 hostage crisis drags more often than it should.

A vile propagandistic action flick that shamelessly indulges fears of terrorism while also failing on a basic narrative level.

A provocative, ambitious drama about the unconsidered assumptions that power our cultures, for good or ill.

Neill Blomkamp cements his science-fiction credentials as a filmmaker with a genre vision the likes of which we haven’t seen since the socially conscious SF of the 1970s.

Smart, breezy spy action, with an of-the-moment vibe that takes it post-post-9/11 and into the Wikileaks era of global politics.

Nobody reads the terms-and-conditions of Web sites. They’re designed to discourage us from doing so… and there’s a reason why.

Whatever your politics, you will find things to astonish and flabbergast and enrage you in this cool-headed examination of America’s War on Drugs.

A Star Trek for our times. Very much for our times. Which means there’s little hope to be found here…

“I am Iron Man.” When Tony repeats that line here, it’s newly thrilling, and far more intriguing than it previously was.