Chronicle (review)
The superhero origin story we have become so very familiar with in its purest form, stripped of all the pulp and all the camp that has accreted around the genre.
The superhero origin story we have become so very familiar with in its purest form, stripped of all the pulp and all the camp that has accreted around the genre.
The fanboy-wank-material franchise continues! Kate Beckinsale runs around a dank, rainy, gothy, first-person-shooter generic urban landscape. And the blood and brainmatter splatters out at you in 3D! Please to have a cinemagasm!
A simple yet stupid riff on the disaster monster movie…

The most fun straight-up action movie in ages: while it touches on concerns about terrorism and rogue nukes, there’s nothing too heavy. But what makes it so special is how up-close and personal it is.
Screenwriters Brit Marling and Mike Cahill don’t know where to take their story beyond its initial neat-o science fiction premise…
A useless, entertainment-free xerox copy of John Carpenter’s 1982 film of the same name…

Is there sweet? Absolutely. But it is cut with funny: sometimes wicked, sometimes manic, often hysterical, always clever funny. And a whole lotta poignant, too.
Depression is like an enormous rogue planet entering your solar system and ripping your world apart…
I’m starting to worry that Andrew Niccol has already said, with Gattaca and The Truman Show, all he has to say.
This is a ridiculous movie. And yet, I enjoyed the hell out it. Not just because Hugh Jackman is in it. In IMAX. Though that doesn’t hurt.