The Sensation of Sight (review)
It’s a terrible pity that this ensemble drama about people hurting and coping in small-town America is so relentlessly dull.
It’s a terrible pity that this ensemble drama about people hurting and coping in small-town America is so relentlessly dull.
I found myself sorta not hating it, and sorta fascinated by it, for about 45 minutes or so. Alas that the movie’s about 90 minutes long.
Oh god, have I ever seen a more tedious ‘erotic’ movie than this one?
Well, it took only seven years, two invasions, one extralegal offshore prison, pretend justifications for torture, and the trashing of the U.S. Constitution, but here we finally have it: the smartest, savviest, most seditious movie yet about the ‘global war on terror.’

The stories of women are so disparaged — or worse, ignored — in our culture unless they have something to do with pleasing men, but here’s one that demands to be seen.
Like a child who thinks he can scandalize his elders by screaming naughty words he doesn’t even understand, German filmmaker Uwe Boll mistakes shock for satire and crudity for cleverness…
You could almost call it, *Where Do Dreams Go to Die?,* this satire that’s so insightful about art and hope and ambition and enthusiasm — and their flip sides of anger and frustration and embarrassment and derailment — that it’s actually painful at times.
Here’s the thing: If the mainstream media isn’t gonna do its job in speaking truth to power, someone else is gonna do it. And yeah, it might be that guy who ate nothing but McDonald’s for a month.
A nominal remake of Roger Corman’s 1975 flick *Death Race 2000* filtered through the hackish auspices of Paul W.S. Anderson.
Sex Bomb You’ve heard the term sex bomb. Now hear this: The House Bunny is a nuclear sex bomb, a radioactive weapon deadly to all forms of life except cockroaches and — maybe — morons as catastrophically stupid as the Playboy bunny Anna Faris “portrays” here. Oh, it’s supposed to be adorable, how stupid Faris’s … more…