Smashed (review)
It’s the other alchoholic-gets-a-wakeup-call movie of 2012, though Smashed is a lot less flashy than Flight…
It’s the other alchoholic-gets-a-wakeup-call movie of 2012, though Smashed is a lot less flashy than Flight…

Could this be the thing that finally makes the doubters wake up and smell the global warming? (new DVD UK)
The boss-from-hell story gets whipped up, Parisian-style, into a wicked bonbon of oh-so-delicious nastiness…
No, not all who wander are lost. But doesn’t mean that some who wander aren’t lost. Such as Peter Jackson, with his first-of-three-parts big-screen adaptation of The Hobbit.
Avoids the game of the world’s first sports superstar to instead place a lurid focus on his other notorious public exploits…
Bursting with equal parts exasperation, despair, cultural criticism, and black comedy…
A gloss of edgy noirish elegance cannot disguise the fact that this is yet one more tiresome example of the thriller subgenre that posits that the most interesting thing that a woman can be is out of her mind.
I’m not sure a better cast has ever gone more ickily astray than in this most misbegotten of dramedies…

I love it when a film that is “supposed” to be all stuffy and classic turns out to be this electric and alive…
A ridiculously overlong and self-consciously “arty” mishmash of baroque cartoonishness and moments that, to all outward appearances, are determined to be parodies of pretentious filmmaking.