Postal (review)
Like a child who thinks he can scandalize his elders by screaming naughty words he doesn’t even understand, German filmmaker Uwe Boll mistakes shock for satire and crudity for cleverness…
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Hamlet 2 (review)
You could almost call it, *Where Do Dreams Go to Die?,* this satire that’s so insightful about art and hope and ambition and enthusiasm — and their flip sides of anger and frustration and embarrassment and derailment — that it’s actually painful at times.
Where in the World Is Osama Bin Laden? (review)
Here’s the thing: If the mainstream media isn’t gonna do its job in speaking truth to power, someone else is gonna do it. And yeah, it might be that guy who ate nothing but McDonald’s for a month.
Death Race (review)
A nominal remake of Roger Corman’s 1975 flick *Death Race 2000* filtered through the hackish auspices of Paul W.S. Anderson.
The House Bunny (review)
Sex Bomb You’ve heard the term sex bomb. Now hear this: The House Bunny is a nuclear sex bomb, a radioactive weapon deadly to all forms of life except cockroaches and — maybe — morons as catastrophically stupid as the Playboy bunny Anna Faris “portrays” here. Oh, it’s supposed to be adorable, how stupid Faris’s … more…
Star Wars: The Clone Wars (review)
Jedi Mind Trick “You fought in the Clone Wars?” Oh man, do I remember hearing Luke Skywalker say that when I was eight years old and thinking, Wow, cool! Clone wars! What could that have been? Now, I’ll concede that what the Clone Wars actually turned out to have been, in that historical era a … more…
Vicky Cristina Barcelona (review)
Woodyn’t You Know It My relationship with Woody Allen, which has been love/hate of late — emphasis on the hate — is taking an uptick. His last few films — Scoop, Match Point, Cassandra’s Dream — couldn’t hold a light to, say, Manhattan, but at least they didn’t make me want to claw my eyes … more…
Fly Me to the Moon (review)
My eyes are still burning from this painfully misbegotten attempt to… I don’t know what. Bring back the horrible racial, cultural, and gender stereotypes of the 1960s? Creep out audiences with a depiction of weirdly, disturbingly human-ish flies the likes of which we haven’t seen since the tiny head of that mad scientist squeeked out … more…
Henry Poole Is Here (review)
This isn’t a movie: it’s a sermon.
Tropic Thunder (review)
Oh please please please let it be true that Ben Stiller is done with the humiliation ‘comedies’ and is getting back to his roots in smart satire.
