Arrietty (aka The Secret World of Arrietty) (review)
While perfectly pleasant and an entirely suitable option for anyone looking to take small children to the movies, it is a disappointingly minor entry in the annals of Studio Ghibli…
While perfectly pleasant and an entirely suitable option for anyone looking to take small children to the movies, it is a disappointingly minor entry in the annals of Studio Ghibli…
There has always been something meanspirited about drag, but the meanness of this appalling movie descends to a cruel new low…
Oh, deliver us, please, from tiresome male fantasies…
So bad that the projector attempted suicide multiple times during the opening-day public showing I attended.
Midnight in Paris becomes the butt of its own gentle joke… perhaps the most Woody Allen joke ever, one that wraps up a paralyzing self-awareness in a redemptive self-deprecation to, finally and splendidly, laugh with great good humor at itself.

It’s still a not very good movie. But… it’s still Star Wars.
Sometimes it’s easy to separate the artist from his art. Roman Polanksi’s latest makes this really tough.
I consider it a tremendous mark in favor of The Woman in Black that not once during its running time did I think, Hey, wait, wouldn’t Harry Potter have a spell to deal with this?
A surprisingly pleasant dramatization of the true story told through the eyes of the TV news reporter who broke the story and the Greenpeace activist who worked tirelessly to embarrass the powers that be into helping free three whales stuck in Alaskan ice…
Oo oo oo, it’s CIA action porn when Safe House finally gets going, all mysterious black SUVs and “kill the surveillance cameras” and stoic badassery all round…