Rambo (review)
I will confess upfront that I have never seen a *Rambo* movie before — yes, there are serious gaps in my film education. I’m sorry. But I was with this new incarnation for a goodly while…
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Untraceable (review)
The original working title of this flick was *Streaming Evil,* which has precisely the right amount of built-in schlock for the tedious bit of horror exploitation this is.
Mad Money (review)
Oh, it’s completely implausible, sure, but rather enticing as well: could three low-level employees at a Federal Reserve bank really walk out the front door with wads of bills that had been destined to be shredded?
How She Move (review)
These kids today, with their funky step dancing and their vibrant street culture and their desperate attempts to raise tuition for private school. Where did we go wrong with them?
Flying: Confessions of a Free Woman (review)
A six-hour documentary about one New York woman’s sex life and associated neuroses? Is it *Seinfeld* on estrogen? Well, yeah, maybe, if *Seinfeld* had dared to be about something.
27 Dresses (review)
Herewith the latest example of whalebone-corseted conformity masquerading as a postfeminist statement on modern independent womanhood.
TED: The Future We Will Create (review)
TED stands for ‘Technology, Entertainment, Design,’ and it is an annual, invitation-only gathering of the brightest and most creative minds on the planet, a kind of live WIRED meeting of the people who are shaping the future for all of us.
The Gods of Times Square (review)
There was an era, which ended not too long ago, when New York’s Times Square was a vibrant public arena populated by corner preachers, independent shop owners, and a Cracker Jack assortment of colorful and outspoken street people….
Cloverfield (review)
There’s no way *Cloverfield* could possibly be worth the to-do. Could it?
Cassandra’s Dream (review)
Woody Allen’s latest film feels like something out his early career, or maybe even something that long predates him.
