All About Steve (review)
Memo to Sandra Bullock, star and producer of *All About Steve*: When people complain about how there aren’t enough roles for “older” women in Hollywood, I don’t think they were thinking that this was the solution.
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Extract (review)
Mike Judge doesn’t do anything for no reason, but there’s a depressing sense of aimlessness, or not-knowing-what-he-wants-to-say-ishness to *Extract8 that is extra disappointing coming from this filmmaker, who has been so pointed and so clever up till now.
The Song of Sparrows (review)
Iranian director Majid Majidi is a master of the mundane, of transforming it into something luminous and lovely.
The Final Destination (review)
It’s death porn, pure and simple…
Goodbye Solo (review)
He’s the best American filmmaker working today whom you’ve never heard of: Ramin Bahrani has the exquisite talent of making the ordinary and the mundane soar into realms of rarefied and unexpectedly moving drama.
Taking Woodstock (review)
Isn’t it a nice fantasy, that music and comtemplation (even if it’s enabled by LSD) and just chillin’ out with 500,000 of your closest friends might change the world?
Ponyo (review)
Oh dear. What’s happened to Hayao Miyazaki, the master of beautiful, poignant, deeply weird and profoundly philosophical Japanese animation? Has he lost his touch? Is the magic gone?
World’s Greatest Dad (review)
When Bobcat Goldthwait writes and directs a feature film, we should probably expect something a little… different. And — *whew* — that’s what this pitch-black comedy offers.
Post Grad (review)
People have names like Ryden Malby only in the movies. And we’re only expected to like people like Ryden Malby in the movies… though I don’t see why we should give in to that kind of peer pressure.
Shorts (review)
I’ll give Robert Rodriguez this: He follows his own vision. But so did Ed Wood.
