reviews by year

The stunning parallels between ‘Madagascar’ and ‘The Wild’ might actually verge on the actionable, but the real crime ‘The Wild’ commits is that it’s incomparably dull.

Brutally, bleaky funny, in a way that makes you want to cry more than laugh. Oh, and it’s brilliant.

Might sweet-natured and pleasantly naughty British comedy be in the offing?

Steve Buscemi’s film is great at tossing up soliloquies of desperation, but he doesn’t seem to know where to take things from there…

Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!

I am allowed to say this, because I’ve been on both sides of the fat-girl fence: ‘Phat Girlz,’ shut the fuck up.

Ohmigod, Antonio Ban-DAIIIIR-es!

Goodie: it’s the first grossout gay romantic comedy.

Damn if ‘Slither’ ain’t *meaty*… visceral in the original sense of the word, all slippery bodily organs and bloody raw muscle…

Catherine Tramell has become the Hannibal Lecter of erotic thrillers.