Terminator Salvation (review)
It’s a bleak future for humanity. Or, you know, not.
It’s a bleak future for humanity. Or, you know, not.
A deliciously clever, convention-busting flick with more soul than you’d expect…
There’s nothing wrong with fantasy. Movies are fantasies. But I’m so tired of male fantasies constantly being catered to while female fantasies are all but ignored.
This is a ridiculously entertaining night at the movies.
This triptypch of short flicks about the Japanese capital by non-Japanese filmmakers is wildly intriguing to me, as someone who has never been there but would like to visit — I wonder, though, how natives or familiar foreigners would parse the peculiarities of these disturbing urban fairy tales.
Only indiscriminate vampire-swooning tweens will appreciate Robert Pattinson’s portrayal of the surrealistic Spanish painter and filmmaker Salvador Dali…
Oh, J.J. Abrams! Dude! You sneak, you! Can I have your geek babies?
Oh my goodness, I didn’t expect this: *Paris 36* is *The Muppet Show* in, you know, Paris in 1936.
Even trying to think about *Ghosts of Girlfriends Past* from a snarky perspective makes me want to vomit. This is a repulsive movie, way worse than I was expecting…
Sometimes junk food is soul food, and sometimes junk movies are yummy and satisfying (and never mind the bellyache later).