Choke (review)
Ya wants originality at The Movies, here ya go…
Ya wants originality at The Movies, here ya go…

She was the Princess Diana of her day. In fact, she was Di’s 18th-century ancestor…
I have to confess that I’m not entirely sure what the ‘miracle’ at St. Anna is meant to be.
Maybe Ricky Gervais is a funny guy, but you’d never know it from this charmless excuse for a supernatural romantic comedy…
Oh, to live to see such a rarity: a horror movie for grownups!
Has there ever been so amiably demented a flick as this one?
DeNiro is 65, Pacino is 68, and they look it. Not just physically: spiritually, too. They’re exhausted.
And I thought the *Sex and the City* movie was appalling.

I think maybe I’ve figured out how Joel and Ethan Coen do it. How they move so effortlessly from comedy to drama, from fluffy to forceful, from silly to solemn. It’s that they don’t think about tone or genre, at least not at the beginning: they just think about a character, and let him have his lead, and see where he takes them.
Look, Nicolas Cage is an assassin, okay? He’s tough. And hardened. And impervious to human emotions. He doesn’t care what you think.