Blood Done Sign My Name (review)
I challenge anyone who sincerely believes that *The Blind Side* is a good film to take a look at this one and see how this kind of story is meant to be told.
reviews by year
Shutter Island (review)
If what I think is happening here, is happening here, it better not be…
Hunger (review)
It’s a hard, harsh film, a triumph of the new realism that is transforming British film at the moment…
Valentine’s Day (review)
It’s like being force-fed, all in one sitting, an entire box of cheap-shit heart-shaped chocolates from the dollar store.
The Wolfman (review)
The metallic tang of blood is all over the elegant facade of this mysteriously disappointing, dispassionately underpowered story of a British aristocrat who dances with the devil, in the form of a werewolf curse, in the pale moonlight.
Percy Jackson & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief (review)
So it can be told: The road to hell isn’t paved with good intentions, it’s paved with Harry Potter wannabes. Now, now — I know that’s not quite fair to anyone involved with this perfectly inoffensive, occasionally clever kids’ movie…
Dear John (review)
Oh, it’s tragic, all right, what happens when lovers get separated by a war whipped up out of political bullshit.
From Paris with Love (review)
The movie is build from bricks of ridiculous mortared together with the preposterous and painted over with the hugely unlikely. But that don’t mean I didn’t have a blast while I was sitting there in the screening room quaffing it.
When in Rome (review)
Hello, *sigh*! Enough of those “smart” romantic comedies that force down our throats the preposterous notions that women can be competent at work — sorta — without being idiots at everything else, or that men can ever be adults, or that humiliating old ladies and priests isn’t hilarious.
Edge of Darkness (review)
A suprisingly underpowered, plodding police procedural that thinks that holding back on ‘action’ makes it ‘serious’ even in the absence of anything substantial to take its place…
