It’s Complicated (review)
Christ, but I hate Nancy Meyers’ movies. Nancy Meyers, whose every movie looks like Pottery Barn orgasming.
Christ, but I hate Nancy Meyers’ movies. Nancy Meyers, whose every movie looks like Pottery Barn orgasming.
I think Conan Doyle might well love what Guy Ritchie has done with the world’s first consulting detective…
When a paralyzed Marine takes part in a daring biological experiment on another planet, he encounters a remarkable alien civilization– No, wait: that’s *Avatar.* This movie is about singing cartoon rodents.

There is a thrill of recognition to *Up in the Air* — and a horror of recognition, too…
Like a big, deep, relaxing cinematic breath of fresh air and wonder and loveliness…
The closest I will ever come to visiting another planet, and what an exhilarating trip.
Hoorah! Nelson Mandela united South Africans, black and white, and overcame their long-held suspicions and hatred and bigotries in the postapartheid upheaval by getting them to refocus their hate on Australia and New Zealand. Or at least on their stupid rugby players. Hoorah!
The best ever love letter/horror story about the seductions and anxieties of life in the theater is the Canadian television show *Slings & Arrows.* This enchantingly bittersweet little film might be the second best.
You know how they say that cops come in only one color, blue? Well, Disney princesses come in only one color: pink.
‘Is this some sort of white guilt thing?’ one of Sandra Bullock’s ladies-who-lunch friends asks her Tennessee socialite after she informally adopts a homeless black teen…