deep thought (re review embargoes)
Review embargoes are the new not-screened-for-critics.
Review embargoes are the new not-screened-for-critics.
Great cast: Emily Watson, David Wenham, Hugo Weaving. Anything to make yet another real-life sad tale go down easier.
Oh, I hope this is funny. Other people’s thwarted dreams and missed opportunities usually make me want to cry, so I hope this is funny instead.
I never thought Mark Hamill was really flying an X-wing. I never thought Ray Liotta was actually a gangster. But the collective power of the movie surrounding them created the illusion that they were. Some of that illusion is created by actors, some by special FX, some by other people talented in myriad ways. Surely what matters is the total illusion, not the breakdown of who created which part of it. Or am I wrong?
…even though all the U.K. press saw the film tonight… and even though there’s a ton of reviews out of the U.S. already available. They do realize that people get the Internet in England, don’t they?
I just love seeing male fantasies and male inadequacies played out in children’s cartoons about talking animals.
Sand underfoot for Jaws? Or maybe that “incredible smell” from the trash compactor in Star Wars?
Oh my god, what did they do to Chris Evans to make him look so scrawny? Please tell me that’s CGI… (It’s okay: I know it’s CGI.)
SPOILER if you’re even more behind than I was. Seriously, don’t click this…
Chocolate poop pants are mortifying and hilarious for little boys. Ditto being publicly seen in one’s underwear. Just don’t get beat up by a girl or accidentally wander into the girls’ bathroom. That will haunt a guy for life.