reviews by year

It’s a bug’s life, apparently.

Forget the pastels and glamour of Mann’s 80s TV show — this is a complete reimagining that is resolutely of the moment, that doesn’t deign to a single winking nod to the past.

Shyamalan is talented enough that you can almost forgive him for being so full of himself. Almost.

Oh, sweet, sly celebration of slackerdom… I’m so glad we met.

Oh, yes, the evil cleverness, the deep and seriously profound wit of casting Keanu Reeves, with his melancholy insolence that everyone mistakes for lethargy, with his irony so deadpan it goes all the way back around to something like calculated self-parody. Reeves, iconic for once taking a red pill (or was it a blue pill?) as a path to the truth…

Word nerds strike again.

Streep’s boss from hell is instantly one of the classic movie villains.

Routh is delightful as Clark/Superman — he looks and sounds so much like poor departed Christopher Reeve that it’s a bit eerie. But he’s his own charming self, too…

Almost Ed Wood-esque, in an “urban” kind of way…