The ultimate anti-disaster movie. A supremely gripping and powerfully emotional film about, paradoxically, what happens when everything works as it should.
If there is something new to be said about boxing, Bleed for This doesn’t find it. Sucks all the energy out of a story that should have been a can’t-miss.
A Nuremberg rally for 21st-century America. Pure terror porn: racist, jingoistic, thoroughly obnoxious. Donald Trump voters will love it. *sob*
Not an inspirational football movie but the highlights reel from one, with a golden boy who is his own manic pixie dreamboat. The worst sort of hagiography.
It’s alive! In a technical sense: images flicker on the screen, etc. But it is a soulless, unholy monstrosity. Behold: the movie without a protagonist!
A vile propagandistic action flick that shamelessly indulges fears of terrorism while also failing on a basic narrative level.
It’s Die Hard in the White House. Without, apparently, the humor.
It’s hard to imagine that Hunter S. Thompson created his semiautobiographical journalist Paul Kemp as such an ineffectual figure…
Battle: Los Angeles may be about invasion, but it’s not about aliens: it’s about us. This isn’t science fiction: It’s a bleak fantasy about karma being a bitch. It’s about collective cultural guilt. Looked at from that angle, it’s fascinating.
I hadn’t even heard of Battle: Los Angeles, scheduled for release in March 2011, till this morning, but now I can’t stop salivating at the thought of it. It’s not because of director Jonathan Liebesman, whose track record — The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning, Darkness Falls — does not inspire. Nor is it because … more…