film criticism by maryann johanson | handcrafted since 1997
Coasts on the awesomeness of Ruth Bader Ginsburg in a way unadventurous if solidly crowd-pleasing. But the depiction of her incredibly supportive marriage to a feminist man is intensely satisfying.
Where you can have a cup of coffee with Albert Einstein…
I say Bravo! to the children of Oakley Junior School. With respect, Moffat, you’re fired.
I’ve finally gotten through the last few films I needed to see for the year, and am now able to definitively declare that of the 208 new theatrical releases I saw during the award year (which doesn’t really end till the Oscars are handed out next month), these 10 are the very worst of the lot…
You already know the score — duh da-duh-da-duh! duh da-duh-da-duh! — but in case you’ve forgotten, The Nutcracker in 3D will attempt to mainline it into your brain, fuel-injecting sugar-plum fairy juice into your festivus lobe at the drop of, um, a sugar plum. If you think that’s a horrendously mixed metaphor, it’s got nothing on this polar-express train wreck…
It’s weird to look back at ‘Genesis of Daleks’ now and know that the first time I saw this — it would have been back in the early 1980s — I had no idea what the hell a Dalek was.
Damn you, Eureka. I had been enjoying Syfy’s Eureka since its beginning a few years ago. It has been perfect Friday-night TV: smart but not overly demanding, the kind of show that didn’t insult my intelligence but allowed me to relax with it. Nice, likeable characters (for the most part, aside from one or two … more…
Oh, there will be those who say that Armageddon is mindless fluff, a complete waste of celluloid, a blot on humanity’s collective soul. Heed them not. Director Michael Bay and producer Jerry Bruckheimer have crafted as fine an educational experience as you will find these days.
