The Thing (review)
A useless, entertainment-free xerox copy of John Carpenter’s 1982 film of the same name…
A useless, entertainment-free xerox copy of John Carpenter’s 1982 film of the same name…
Martin Scorsese made a 3D kids’ movie that’s about movies. That’s about the love of movies. And it’s steampunky and rollicking and features a cool girl character, too. How is it possible that I won’t love this movie?
I despair at the feature debut of screenwriter and director Julia Leigh: she celebrates a notion that any woman filmmaker should be kicking in the nuts…
I had been reduced to a slobbering gushy mess by the end of this gloriously entertaining movie even though I’d spend the entirety of the running time before this marveling at how this is the least sentimental baseball movie ever.
One of the very best movies of 2011. It is the movie of the year, in many ways beyond its simple superlative overall excellence.
The story of the killers… but not in any way that you’ve ever seen a tale of serial murder told before.
It. Is. So. Romantic! I could almost die. Just like Bella does here. Almost die, I mean. Because that’s what you do for love.
If there’s one thing that comes across stridently and passionately from Clint Eastwood’s curiously blah biopic J. Edgar, it is this: Leonardo DiCaprio really wants an Oscar.

Is there sweet? Absolutely. But it is cut with funny: sometimes wicked, sometimes manic, often hysterical, always clever funny. And a whole lotta poignant, too.
It’s like if Samwise Gamgee wrote fan fiction about Greek mythology, and then Vogue magazine’s most outré photographers did a huge photo spread based on that…