Surveillance (review)
Jennifer Lynch is, like her famouser filmmaker dad David, totally demented. In a good way.
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Inglourious Basterds (review)
Only Quentin Tarantino — cinema’s bad boy, the film geek who’s film-geekier than thou — would have the balls to state, as *Inglourious Basterds* comes to a close, that this could well be his masterpiece.
The Goods: Live Hard, Sell Hard (review)
It’s possible that this appallingly awful excuse for a raunchy comedy is meant to be satirical, but I suspect it’s merely shockingly incompetent, even grading on the raunchy-comedy curve.
The Time Traveler’s Wife (review)
They didn’t ruin the movie, I promise. But some will disagree with me.
Bandslam (review)
It’s official: rock ’n’ roll has been tamed.
District 9 movie review: aliens go home
Even as half my brain was ticking off all those little nods with a geek’s appreciation for fellow geekitude, the other half of my brain was so floored with surprise that this could all still feel so fresh, so original, so like nothing I’d ever seen before.
I Sell the Dead (review)
If it were a 30-minute comic episode of *The Twilight Zone,* this ambitious low-budget flick might not have overstayed its welcome, but dragged out to three times that running time, it cannot help but be more miss than hit.
G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra (review)
Ah, Mr. Fanboy. I’ve been expecting you. What, you thought sneaking into my fortress in the dead of night was your idea? Fanboy, you disappoint me with your lack of guile and imagination…
Julie & Julia movie review: the joy of cooks
It’s just about two women doing something for themselves, for their own amusement and enlightenment, and not even to please their men — hell, they’re not even competing for the same man!
A Perfect Getaway (review)
David Twohy hopes you’re not as smart as he is. In fact, he’s counting on you being kinda dim.
