reviews

If I like a movie, I usually like seeing it again. Except when it comes to romantic comedies: I tend not to think they bear up to multiple viewings, even the few good ones. I may have to reconsider that stance, however, now that I’ve seen ‘Run, Fat Boy, Run’ twice.

Ira Sachs’ last film was a tough, uncompromising portrait of passion and pain. Would that his followup were as powerful…

This isn’t a movie: it’s a buffet at which Perry piles your plate with spoonfuls of absurd melodrama, a taste of gritty urban drama, a heaping of cheap cartoon, and a big side of corn.

So you hear that this is a movie about a band from Egypt — where the people are primarily Arab — that takes a trip to do a concert in Israel — where the people are, you know, mostly Jewish — and maybe your first reaction is to groan and moan and avoid avoid avoid because who wants to see a political movie about Arabs and Jews and the mess that is the Middle East and why can’t everyone just get along anyway?

Gus Van Sant’s latest dreamy homoerotic ode to confused male adolescence is, well, a dreamy homoerotic ode to confused male adolescence…

Visually impressive but naratively underpowered…

‘Aghast’ is the word. It’s not a word that should be applicable to anything Seussical.