Four Minutes (Vier Minuten) (review)
Winner of multiple Golden Lolas (the German Oscar) and numerous awards at festivals around the world, this second feature from German writer-director Chris Kraus is an extraordinary tale about the power of music.
2008 theatrical releases
Iron Man (review)
This might well be the perfect comic book movie, actually. It’s just pertinent enough to feel like it’s set in something like the real world and just tongue-in-cheek enough not to get too heavy about it, but it’s got enough self-respect to be sincere.
Baby Mama (review)
Why don’t we get movies that acknowledge the deeply weird wonderfulness of all this chaotic and confusing and hilarious life stuff? Are there any adults anywhere today?
Forgetting Sarah Marshall (review)
It’s really hard to like a character when his own movie makes fun of him.
The Forbidden Kingdom (review)
So a martial-arts-mad teen from South Boston goes into a Chinatown pawn shop, see. It’s pretty much the same little-bit-scary, little-bit-cool, loaded-with-interesting-old-junk Chinatown pawn shop that Hoyt Axton went into in *Gremlins* and came out with the cute, cuddly Mogwai, so you know some weird shit is in the offing.
Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed (review)
It’s apeshit crazy nuttiness right from the opening moments of *Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed*…
Street Kings (review)
I’ve been seesawing with myself on Street Kings since… well, since I was sitting in the screening room watching it. It’s not an easy movie to recommend — I can’t honestly be totally gung-ho on it — but it’s not an easy movie to dismiss, either.
Stop-Loss (review)
Oh dear god yes, this is a *liberal* movie, in that it does not pretend that things aren’t exactly the way they are…
21 (review)
Jim Sturgess is gonna be a huge star, mark my words. Maybe not for this movie, though…
Run, Fat Boy, Run (review)
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.
