A Single Man (review)
Fashion designer Tom Ford has made the cinematic equivalent of a fashion magazine spread…
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The Book of Eli (review)
Denzel was carrying the fire, right, Papa? Yes. The book was the fire? Yes. No. The boy wouldnt understand.
The Spy Next Door (review)
One wonders what sins Jackie Chan could have committed in a single lifetime to warrant having an abomination like this pathetic excuse for a movie weighing down his karma.
The Hurt Locker (review)
Riveting but not exciting, not in the sense that action movies have taught us to get turned on by the foreplay of countdowns and the climax of explosions…
Daybreakers (review)
It’s the perfect, ultimate, brilliant extrapolation of the vampire conceit: What happens once almost everyone’s a vampire, unturned humans are nearly extinct, and the tastiest, most satisfying blood — the human kind — is running out?
Leap Year (review)
I say it’s about time, as we enter the second decade of the 21st century, to put behind us all that nonsense about ‘feminism’ and undignified female self-determination. Yes, we ladies must at last put down our feet daintily clad in $600 shoes and say: No more.
Youth in Revolt (review)
Please, horny teenaged lads — *please* — do not heed the “advice” of movies like this one, which mistakes being an unappealing doormat reeking of desperation (which girls don’t like) for being a genuinely nice guy (which girls do like)…
The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus (review)
Gilliam gamboling freely through the public subconscious just doesn’t work, this time, on any level other than a meta one.
The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond (review)
There’s retro, and then there’s better left safely in the past.
Nine (review)
Actual Italian movies too inscrutable for ya? Don’t like reading subtitles? Hate that stodgy, old-fashioned black-and-white cinematography? Never fear! You can now have the flavor of Italian cinema without any of the fuss or mess! Just try *Nine* for that authentic faux cinema Italiano experience.
