Dark Shadows (review)
Hoorah for Tim Burton and the new nadir of narcissistic awfulness he achieves here. Dark Shadows dares to be nothing but the wisp of its own conceit.
Hoorah for Tim Burton and the new nadir of narcissistic awfulness he achieves here. Dark Shadows dares to be nothing but the wisp of its own conceit.
As with every other 3D conversion of older classic films, it’s the chance to see a wonderful movie once more up on the big screen that’s the real reason to revisit it.
A gorgeously photographed, astonishingly intimate look at two big-cat families in the Maasai Mara game preserve in Kenya…
Zombies and social satire were made for each other — this has been true since the advent of the modern zombie flick in the 1970s. But zombies and political satire?
Elizabeth Olsen is, without question, one of the most intriguing, most thrilling young talents to burst onto the scene in years. I just wish the movie was kinder to her as a talent…
Thirteen years later, the American Pie guys remain as fixedly bland as ever, so their latest (and let us hope final) cinematic outing can hope to be in the least bit “appealing” only by trotting out the same tedious sitcom blend of crude vulgarity and sappy sentiment.
How many superheroes spoil the broth? More than six, apparently, at least when Joss Whedon is wrangling them.
See! This is how you do romantic comedy!

A viciously cynical dark fantasy that fashions a new mythos of post-9/11 New York, a bleak but plausible world of the Russian mob, the Chinese Triads, and the NYPD as another gang vying for supremacy.
With “friends” like this movie, the feminist cause doesn’t need enemies. That is, assuming that it’s intending to be feminist at all…