Barbara (review)
An odd mutedness and puzzling lack of urgency frustrate the mood of Orwellian horror…
An odd mutedness and puzzling lack of urgency frustrate the mood of Orwellian horror…
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.
The story is almost beside the point, because Tom Cruise’s nude torso that I could be running my hands all over and because the young kittenish leads in this story cobbled together around awesome 80s hair-band stadium anthems are the weakest part of it.
“Honey, it’s time you know that soon you’ll be a woman… and a stalker called Stayfree will be with you for the next 40 years of your life.”
Oh, this is just sad…
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.
Horrors! Cavity Creeps are attacking Toothopolis!
What my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
Following up on the breaking news of Keanu Reeves’ immortality, here we have what is purported to be one of Reeves’ first paying jobs as an actor… in his Reeves’ persona, that is.
Ferris Bueller Joins the Air Force. With monkeys.