Sita Sings the Blues (review)
How does heartbreak become art? Just like this.
romance
The Brothers Bloom (review)
A deliciously clever, convention-busting flick with more soul than you’d expect…
Management (review)
There’s nothing wrong with fantasy. Movies are fantasies. But I’m so tired of male fantasies constantly being catered to while female fantasies are all but ignored.
Tokyo! (review)
This triptypch of short flicks about the Japanese capital by non-Japanese filmmakers is wildly intriguing to me, as someone who has never been there but would like to visit — I wonder, though, how natives or familiar foreigners would parse the peculiarities of these disturbing urban fairy tales.
Fling (review)
Poor Brandon Routh. He caught the Superman curse.
Adventureland (review)
Summer of 1987. Oh, these kids are my temporal peeps.
Shall We Kiss? (review)
Charming and tender and wisely funny…
Duplicity movie review: good clean fluff
It’s not that I don’t like fluff: it’s that I don’t like dumb fluff. And yet clever fluff is so very rare. So of course I cheer a hearty “Hoorah!” for Duplicity.
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (review)
So it’s just like this crazy life thing, you know? You’re born, you do some stuff, maybe if you’re lucky you fall in love with the same person who falls in love with you — at the same time that person falls in love with you — and then you die.
Seven Pounds (review)
Some people like ambiguity from their movies. Others, not so much.
