Moon movie review: eclipsing the genre
Someday, Rockwell will get his Oscar due, I have no doubt. But I bet that when that day comes, lots of movie lovers will look back and say, “But it should have happened for Moon.”
Someday, Rockwell will get his Oscar due, I have no doubt. But I bet that when that day comes, lots of movie lovers will look back and say, “But it should have happened for Moon.”
I cannot urge you strongly enough to see this movie — see it now.
There’s a horrifying train wreck quality to documentarian Chris Smith’s feature-length interview with Michael Ruppert, former LAPD detective, investigative reporter, CIA whistleblower.
Fashion designer Tom Ford has made the cinematic equivalent of a fashion magazine spread…
Riveting but not exciting, not in the sense that action movies have taught us to get turned on by the foreplay of countdowns and the climax of explosions…
Gilliam gamboling freely through the public subconscious just doesn’t work, this time, on any level other than a meta one.
There’s retro, and then there’s better left safely in the past.
Actual Italian movies too inscrutable for ya? Don’t like reading subtitles? Hate that stodgy, old-fashioned black-and-white cinematography? Never fear! You can now have the flavor of Italian cinema without any of the fuss or mess! Just try *Nine* for that authentic faux cinema Italiano experience.
Christ, but I hate Nancy Meyers’ movies. Nancy Meyers, whose every movie looks like Pottery Barn orgasming.
I think Conan Doyle might well love what Guy Ritchie has done with the world’s first consulting detective…