Ong Bak 2: The Beginning (review)
Rewinding to 15th century Thailand, this is the downright Dickensian tale of a royal boy kidnapped by slavers and raised by thieves who grows into a man who vows revenge on everyone who’s wronged him.
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Michael Jackson’s This Is It (review)
In the Year of the Gloved One 50, which was also called in the old calendar 2009, the people of the town of London came unto Michael with much wailing and despair. “Michael!” they beseeched Him. “Bestow upon us Your awesomeness. Bestow upon us the wisdom of Your spirit, and telleth us once again how Billie Jean is not Your lover and the kid is not Your son, for we long to be reassured. Giveth unto us 50 shows, one for each year of Your beneficence.”
Amelia (review)
This *Amelia* is a quiet, reflective film, and Earhart is not an icon or a symbol: she’s a human being, and the fantasy comes in how the film depicts her life and her achievements and everything about her not as something a *woman* did but something a *person* did.
Cirque du Freak: The Vampire’s Assistant (review)
John C. Reilly as a vampire? I thought: How can that not be funny? And it is funny, in a gentler, more unassuming way than you might expect…
Astro Boy (review)
It’s creepy, and it’s weird, and it’s something like a mecha minstrel show, particularly in how the film pretends to a ‘robots are people too’ theme yet fails itself to treat them as such.
Paranormal Activity (review)
So I finally saw this Paranormal Activity flick that all the kids are into today, and all I could conclude was, Really? They think this is pants-wetting scary?
The Damned United (review)
I might not know from football, I do know people, and *The Damned United* is an absolutely thrilling story, one both hilarious and poignant, about a man who is downright classical in his flaws…
Paris (review)
Ah, Paris. Ah, Juliette Binoche. If you need a dash of the Continent — romantic, inscrutable, ardent — you probably cannot ever go wrong with a flick set in the City of Light and starring one of the most luminous actresses ever to grace the arthouse screen.
A Serious Man (review)
It’s hard to know sometimes whether the Coen Brothers are… well, not pulling our collective leg. Bbut are they actually *daring* us, with each new film, to keep coming along with them?
Where the Wild Things Are (review)
Will there be a bigger disappointment for me this year than Spike Jonze’s *Where the Wild Things Are*? Gosh, I hope not: I’m not sure my heart could take it.
