Angels & Demons (review)
This is a ridiculously entertaining night at the movies.
This is a ridiculously entertaining night at the movies.
This triptypch of short flicks about the Japanese capital by non-Japanese filmmakers is wildly intriguing to me, as someone who has never been there but would like to visit — I wonder, though, how natives or familiar foreigners would parse the peculiarities of these disturbing urban fairy tales.
Only indiscriminate vampire-swooning tweens will appreciate Robert Pattinson’s portrayal of the surrealistic Spanish painter and filmmaker Salvador Dali…
Oh, J.J. Abrams! Dude! You sneak, you! Can I have your geek babies?
Oh my goodness, I didn’t expect this: *Paris 36* is *The Muppet Show* in, you know, Paris in 1936.
Even trying to think about *Ghosts of Girlfriends Past* from a snarky perspective makes me want to vomit. This is a repulsive movie, way worse than I was expecting…
Sometimes junk food is soul food, and sometimes junk movies are yummy and satisfying (and never mind the bellyache later).
A beautiful jewel of a planet. Alien invaders swooping down to steal precious resources and wipe out the natives. Oh, but look at that: it’s humans as the bad guys, as the alien invaders…
I cannot tell you how ineptly hilarious this ‘thriller’ is, from its weirdly retro vibe — as if the feminism of the 1970s, 80s, 90s and 2000s had not come between manhunting women and the poor saps they prey on — to its outrageous telegraphing of its “big’ finale.
The first rule of *Fighting* is: You don’t talk about *Fighting.* So please just pretend you can hear me giggling derisively instead.