The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus (review)
Gilliam gamboling freely through the public subconscious just doesn’t work, this time, on any level other than a meta one.
Gilliam gamboling freely through the public subconscious just doesn’t work, this time, on any level other than a meta one.
There’s retro, and then there’s better left safely in the past.
Actual Italian movies too inscrutable for ya? Don’t like reading subtitles? Hate that stodgy, old-fashioned black-and-white cinematography? Never fear! You can now have the flavor of Italian cinema without any of the fuss or mess! Just try *Nine* for that authentic faux cinema Italiano experience.
Christ, but I hate Nancy Meyers’ movies. Nancy Meyers, whose every movie looks like Pottery Barn orgasming.
I think Conan Doyle might well love what Guy Ritchie has done with the world’s first consulting detective…
When a paralyzed Marine takes part in a daring biological experiment on another planet, he encounters a remarkable alien civilization– No, wait: that’s *Avatar.* This movie is about singing cartoon rodents.

There is a thrill of recognition to *Up in the Air* — and a horror of recognition, too…
Like a big, deep, relaxing cinematic breath of fresh air and wonder and loveliness…
The closest I will ever come to visiting another planet, and what an exhilarating trip.
Hoorah! Nelson Mandela united South Africans, black and white, and overcame their long-held suspicions and hatred and bigotries in the postapartheid upheaval by getting them to refocus their hate on Australia and New Zealand. Or at least on their stupid rugby players. Hoorah!