Couples Retreat (review)

Maybe it’s pointless to complain about the shocking lack of elegance to an instantly forgettable bit of multiplex fluff like *Couples Retreat.* It’s like complaining about the food at Applebee’s…

Whip It (review)

I always knew Drew Barrymore could be this cool: her directorial debut is a simultaneously sweet and kickass story about one girl’s finding her bliss, a movie that works within Hollywood conventions of storytelling to handily demonstrate that just because a tale is familiar doesn’t mean it can’t be fresh and funny and edgy, too.

I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell (review)

Here’s the thing about Tucker Max: He’s a child. A toddler. A three-year-old screaming, ‘Poopie, poopie, POOPIE!” at the top of his lungs in the middle of the supermarket in the hopes of getting a reaction out of his embarrassed mother.

The Informant! (review)

Danged if the flick don’t feel like the Coen Brothers, if it ain’t redolent with the wonderfully odd tang of farce and feeling that they invariably bring to, at least, their lighter films.