Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (review)
I appreciate that many people have many problems with this movie, but I confess that I don’t quite understand them…
I appreciate that many people have many problems with this movie, but I confess that I don’t quite understand them…
This is a gentle, honest, heartfelt film, but it does not have much to offer beyond an earnest respect for a segment of American society that is too often derided. Not that that is not a good thing…
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?