Sarah Landon and the Paranormal Hour (review)
I know this PG-rated ‘thriller’ is supposed to be aimed at kids, but honestly, Shaggy and Scooby-Doo and the gang got into spookier situations than this.
I know this PG-rated ‘thriller’ is supposed to be aimed at kids, but honestly, Shaggy and Scooby-Doo and the gang got into spookier situations than this.

I think maybe I’ve figured out how Joel and Ethan Coen do it. How they move so effortlessly from comedy to drama, from fluffy to forceful, from silly to solemn. It’s that they don’t think about tone or genre, at least not at the beginning: they just think about a character, and let him have his lead, and see where he takes them.
Look, Nicolas Cage is an assassin, okay? He’s tough. And hardened. And impervious to human emotions. He doesn’t care what you think.
Something in the zeitgeist is making us suddenly fascinated by people who dress up in pseudo medieval garb, pick up fake swords and maces, and beat the hitpoints out of one another. You know, for fun.
It’s a terrible pity that this ensemble drama about people hurting and coping in small-town America is so relentlessly dull.
I found myself sorta not hating it, and sorta fascinated by it, for about 45 minutes or so. Alas that the movie’s about 90 minutes long.
Oh god, have I ever seen a more tedious ‘erotic’ movie than this one?
Well, it took only seven years, two invasions, one extralegal offshore prison, pretend justifications for torture, and the trashing of the U.S. Constitution, but here we finally have it: the smartest, savviest, most seditious movie yet about the ‘global war on terror.’

The stories of women are so disparaged — or worse, ignored — in our culture unless they have something to do with pleasing men, but here’s one that demands to be seen.
I keep thinking of Pete, the diner owner in *The Muppets Take Manhattan,* and his little speech to Kermit about how ‘peoples is peoples.’ Is true, no?