
Marley & Me movie review: a dog’s life
It’s about human life with a dog. And it doesn’t have to force any of its sentiment because its emotion springs from an honest assessment of how wonderful, frustrating, and surprising life can be.

It’s about human life with a dog. And it doesn’t have to force any of its sentiment because its emotion springs from an honest assessment of how wonderful, frustrating, and surprising life can be.
So it’s just like this crazy life thing, you know? You’re born, you do some stuff, maybe if you’re lucky you fall in love with the same person who falls in love with you — at the same time that person falls in love with you — and then you die.
Bête Noir It’s been a week since I saw The Spirit and I’m still thinking about it, and usually that’s a good thing, when a movie sticks with you like that, but not always. Like, not this time. Cuz what I’ve been turning over in my head is this conundrum: Just how awful is this … more…
Cheap and lazy and obvious…
Now, don’t get me wrong: it’s not exactly a Hogan’s Heroes level of diminution, but there’s something honestly comic-book-esque about Valkyrie. I mean that in a good way…
Passionate performances aside, there’s an odd dispassion to this stage-to-screen adaptation of the Pulitzer Prize-winning play of the same name.
Yes! We can take everything that is intriguingly dark and almost sinister about crying-on-the-inside clown Jim Carrey and make it light! and upbeat! and unambiguous!
Some people like ambiguity from their movies. Others, not so much.
He is a mouse. He is tiny — even for a mouse. He is smart and brave. He longs for adventure. He is a gentleman. He is adorable.
When the aliens come, and they want to blow us out of the galaxy for being such a waste of organic chemistry, this movie will be among their evidence against us.