Hot Rod (review)
The wisdom of that modern philosopher David St. Hubbins has never been so apropos as it is here: There really is a fine line between clever and stupid…
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Becoming Jane (review)
I love *Becoming Jane* even if it is almost entirely invented, because it captures both the aching romanticism and the cold, hard practicalities of Austen’s fiction.
No Reservations (review)
Honestly, the best thing you can do is go rent *Mostly Martha,* the 2002 German film this Hollywood remake is based very, very closely on. But if you really can’t stand to read subtitles, then this is your next best bet.
Arctic Tale (review)
This powerfully moving documentary gives us an adorable baby polar bear and a cute baby walrus, creatures struggling to survive among the melting ice of the North Pole.
I Know Who Killed Me (review)
Bad is easy: this level of awful approaches the genius.
Talk to Me (review)
Oh my god and wonder of wonders, here we have a studio movie — a drama! — starring not one but two actors-of-color. God, what a terrible phrase. Don’t we all have a color? Okay: two actors who aren’t the usual medium peachy-beige of those who typically get to star in studio movies unless their name is Denzel Washington.
The Simpsons Movie (review)
It’s good to see Groening and Co. back on their game again — it feels like it’s been a while since the TV show made me laugh this hard…
Stolen Life (review)
A wonder of hushed feminist horror, gently flaying modern Chinese society for its hypocrisy on the condition of women.
Joy (review)
It’s such a relentless downer, and with such little justification except, perhaps, that ‘down’ films are more ‘genuine,’ that I couldn’t warm up to it.
Hairspray (review)
*Hairspray* couldn’t be more charming and joyous, more get-up-and-dance toe-tapping, more simply agreeable. If bringing Broadway to the masses works this well, well, why the hell not?
