Outrage (review)
Some of the most vehemently anti-gay politicians at work in Washington DC and our state capitals are themselves gay. But they pretend not be.
reviews by year
Imagine That (review)
Whom did the filmmakers think their audience would be? Did they actually have a particular audience in mind?
The Taking of Pelham 123 (review)
I’ve been waiting for a *Die Hard* movie to actually come close to approximating the spectacular cinematic experience that *Die Hard* was more than 20 years back, and this is the first movie to get real close to that.
Easy Virtue (review)
If Noel Coward had written *Meet the Parents,* it might look something like this: witty and wise and totally lacking in poop jokes.
Tyson (review)
James Toback’s talking-head documentary portrait of the man serves only to show us a reprehensible example of the worst of American manhood, and of American celebrity.
My Life in Ruins (aka Driving Aphrodite) (review)
A steaming pile of stereotypes and sitcomery, a pathetic excuse for a comedy, a romance, and a movie.
Land of the Lost (review)
A cynical attempt to mine some cash from one of the few remnants of Generation X’s collective childhood that has yet to be picked over for the sake of nostalgia and some ready cash.
The Hangover (review)
*The Hangover* thinks it’s edgy and envelope-pushing, but there’s nothing terribly risque or dangerous about it…
Pontypool (review)
Ah, more such classy horror flicks, please!
Up (review)
How did the Pixar folks time it just right to get this cheerful and fantastical yet never unrealistically optimistic movie before our eyes just as we are getting desperate for a movie to hug us reassuringly?
