Up There (review)
Bleakly bitter and super sly—a gloriously miserable black comedy.
Bleakly bitter and super sly—a gloriously miserable black comedy.
Extraordinary in how it turns upside-down the typical feel-good, triumph-of-the-underdogs tropes of the subgenre…
Wily humor and sly observations about the lives of these high rollers are the highlights. It’s when those give way to issues of morality that the film disappoints, just a little…
Trying to figure what is the most offensive thing about this accidental mashup of 70s Woody Allen and Sex and the City…
If you didn’t know that Jack Kerouac’s novel was a seminal influence on postwar America, you would never, ever guess it from this lifeless, soulless, pointless adaptation.
The rather depressingly realistic approach to adult relationships is, perhaps ironically, the best reason to see this hard-edged drama…
Gets that we have a relationship with games that exists beyond the point at which play in any given game stops, that we have a relationship with gaming.
Sitcomish antics and stereotypes aside, this is a frank and funny look at women’s friendships and women’s sexuality…
It’s the usual assemblage of grossout horrors provided for your alleged amusement. The freshly upsetting thing here is that this is a Nickelodeon production: you know, the cable network for kids…
A mealy, wan attempt at a black comedy.