Footloose (review)
I wish I could say I didn’t know why anyone would bother xeroxing a nearly 30-year-old movie, but I do know why. And it ain’t pretty.
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The Ides of March (review)
Everything that’s fucked up about American political culture at the moment is hung out in The Ides of March to air like the soiled laundry that it is…
Johnny English Reborn (review)
Shockingly, this is the rare sequel that improves on the original. Granted, that wasn’t hard, in this case, but neither is saying this damning with faint praise.
Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy movie review: let the spy one in
Why does no one ever intone at me and tell me to go to Budapest and wear polyester and smoke cigarettes and get all espionagey, dammit?
Apollo 18 (review)
Apollo 18 is not scary. It’s not intense. It’s not surprising. It’s supposed to be all these things and fails completely.
The Devil’s Double (review)
Hoorah! Time to start mythologizing the reign of Saddam Hussein!
Rise of the Planet of the Apes movie review: of primate bondage
Jokiness and hokeyness have been genetically engineered away, leaving something pure and sweet and poignant, a throwback to late-60s/early-70s humanist science fiction. More Charly than Heston.
Bobby Fischer Against the World (review)
Garbus’s portrait of Bobby Fischer as a lonely child and a monomanical young chess player becomes a portrait of his times as well…
Ironclad (review)
James Purefoy as a disillusioned Templar is as bleakly gorgeous as the film around him…
The Conspirator (review)
Admirable. Too, too admirable…
