The Town (review)
Affleck could do for Boston what Martin Scorsese did for New York in the 1970s…
Affleck could do for Boston what Martin Scorsese did for New York in the 1970s…
Paul W.S. Anderson loves him some style without style, texture without substance: this is all white noise, visual static to make the movie pop more in 3D.
Everything that is wrong with The Movies today in America is beautifully encapsulated in how this lovely little movie cannot find an audience in the current movie environment.
I slept with this movie, and now I’m sorry I did.
I can’t wait for the right-wing windbags to begin decrying Rodriguez and Machete — oh noes! he’s trying to ignite a class war!
I was certain that there was no movie that I could not endure if it meant I could gaze at George Clooney for two hours. I was wrong.

It’s absolutely worth seeing… if only for the intriguing debate to be had afterward, if it wouldn’t be an even stronger film were the last five minutes or so to be chopped off.
This is how you do it. More like this, please.
There are your everyday passive-aggressive Nice Guys. And then there’s Wally Mars, who deserves some sort of lifetime achievement medal for Most Passive-Aggressive Nice Guy Ever.
Kevin doesn’t play the lottery, because he thinks it’s ‘designed to keep poor people poor by selling them false dreams.’ So why does he buy a lottery ticket anyway?