Easy Virtue (review)
If Noel Coward had written *Meet the Parents,* it might look something like this: witty and wise and totally lacking in poop jokes.
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Tyson (review)
James Toback’s talking-head documentary portrait of the man serves only to show us a reprehensible example of the worst of American manhood, and of American celebrity.
My Life in Ruins (aka Driving Aphrodite) (review)
A steaming pile of stereotypes and sitcomery, a pathetic excuse for a comedy, a romance, and a movie.
Land of the Lost (review)
A cynical attempt to mine some cash from one of the few remnants of Generation X’s collective childhood that has yet to be picked over for the sake of nostalgia and some ready cash.
The Hangover (review)
*The Hangover* thinks it’s edgy and envelope-pushing, but there’s nothing terribly risque or dangerous about it…
Smile Pinki (review)
If you could use some good news — and who couldn’t? — then you’ll want to see “Smile Pinki,” this year’s Oscar winner for Best Documentary Short debuting tonight on HBO at 7pm Eastern.
Pontypool (review)
Ah, more such classy horror flicks, please!
Up (review)
How did the Pixar folks time it just right to get this cheerful and fantastical yet never unrealistically optimistic movie before our eyes just as we are getting desperate for a movie to hug us reassuringly?
Drag Me to Hell movie review: not your conventional horror movie
I’ve been a fan of Raimi’s forever, since long before he shot to fame with his big-budget *Spider-Man* flicks….
Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian (review)
A morass of Three Stooges-level slapstick and juvenile-style playground taunting…
