World’s Greatest Dad (review)
When Bobcat Goldthwait writes and directs a feature film, we should probably expect something a little… different. And — *whew* — that’s what this pitch-black comedy offers.
reviews by year
Post Grad (review)
People have names like Ryden Malby only in the movies. And we’re only expected to like people like Ryden Malby in the movies… though I don’t see why we should give in to that kind of peer pressure.
Shorts (review)
I’ll give Robert Rodriguez this: He follows his own vision. But so did Ed Wood.
Surveillance (review)
Jennifer Lynch is, like her famouser filmmaker dad David, totally demented. In a good way.
Inglourious Basterds (review)
Only Quentin Tarantino — cinema’s bad boy, the film geek who’s film-geekier than thou — would have the balls to state, as *Inglourious Basterds* comes to a close, that this could well be his masterpiece.
The Goods: Live Hard, Sell Hard (review)
It’s possible that this appallingly awful excuse for a raunchy comedy is meant to be satirical, but I suspect it’s merely shockingly incompetent, even grading on the raunchy-comedy curve.
The Time Traveler’s Wife (review)
They didn’t ruin the movie, I promise. But some will disagree with me.
Bandslam (review)
It’s official: rock ’n’ roll has been tamed.
District 9 movie review: aliens go home
Even as half my brain was ticking off all those little nods with a geek’s appreciation for fellow geekitude, the other half of my brain was so floored with surprise that this could all still feel so fresh, so original, so like nothing I’d ever seen before.
I Sell the Dead (review)
If it were a 30-minute comic episode of *The Twilight Zone,* this ambitious low-budget flick might not have overstayed its welcome, but dragged out to three times that running time, it cannot help but be more miss than hit.
