
American Hustle review: the humor, it burns
Bursting with insanely engaging characters who are impossibly real and impossibly ridiculous whose stories you don’t ever want to end.

Bursting with insanely engaging characters who are impossibly real and impossibly ridiculous whose stories you don’t ever want to end.

Partly inspired by the surfacing this weekend of footage from the production of director/star Jerry Lewis’s notorious unreleased movie The Day the Clown Cried…

Smart, stylish horror flick, though a standout more for its elegant performances than any original scares.

Though based on copious interviews mob killer Richard Kuklinski gave from prison, this barely broaches the great mystery of his life…

It’s a puzzlement. How did Michael Winterbottom make a film this tediously conservative?
Historically compelling, journalistically rigorous, and bursting with Essence of Koch…

Insanely grand… My god, I love this movie. It’s every movie. It’s the ultimate movie.
I was literally in tears for parts of Argo, a purely physical reaction, not an emotional one, to deal with the tension. The only other option would have been to moan out loud, the film is almost that unbearably nerve-wracking.
Hoorah for Tim Burton and the new nadir of narcissistic awfulness he achieves here. Dark Shadows dares to be nothing but the wisp of its own conceit.
I think it’s especially mysterious when we think back on how optimistic the 90s were in a many ways, certainly compared to the despair of today.