The Dark Knight movie review: dim hope
Everything about this is wrong.
Everything about this is wrong.

I’m overstating a little: I cannot honestly say that I loved Zohan. But in a relative sense, given my history with Sandler, it is a huge admission to me to say that I kinda got a kick out of this silly movie.

Make no mistake: *Sicko* is an explicit call for revolution, and it is a profound and horrifying one.

The ending can make or break a film. The Lives of Others, Oscar winner for Best Foreign Language Film, has one of the greatest final lines of dialogue that I’ve ever heard in a movie.
The first person who uses any aspect of this flick to justify the American debacle in Iraq is getting a swat across the nose with a copy of *My Pet Goat.* Which King Leonides of Sparta does not sit reading while his country is threatened and attacked.

‘Idiocracy’ is even more trenchant, more damning, more — hell, I’ll say it — ‘revolutionary’ than ‘Office Space.’

There’s so much despair and anger and grief layered just into the background of Alfonso Cuarón’s film that I can’t shake its gray grimness — I’ve been haunted by this film for weeks now…
Two thrillers you wish weren’t quite so thrilling, with their terrifying basis in reality…

I still can’t get my head around how profoundly awed and moved and overwhelmed and terrorized and rejuvenated I am by this movie.
Just wait a minute before you call Godwin on this movie…