‘Doctor Who’ blogging: “Daleks in Manhattan”
Well, it was bound to happen, and the longer this new ‘Doctor Who’ went on, the more likely it became: Here we have the first not-very-good episode of the new incarnation of the show.
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‘Doctor Who’ blogging: “Gridlock”
I’ve seen this episode three or four times now, and each time, I think more highly of it. I’m not crazy about the New New York stuff for starters — it’s just not alien enough for five *billion* years in the future, but, okay: whatever.
‘Doctor Who’ blogging: “The Shakespeare Code”
Ah, now here we have the genuine thrill of traveling with the Doctor: visiting the past. The future is cool and all, an undiscovered country, but history… ah, history is a storied place we never get to visit. Unless we’re with the Doctor.
‘Doctor Who’ blogging: “Smith & Jones”
I was totally prepared to hate Martha Jones. I *wanted* to hate Martha, for Rose’s sake. But I can’t hate her. She’s too cool.
‘Doctor Who’ blogging: “The Runaway Bride”
I once again can’t stop thinking about ‘Doctor Who,’ or the Doctor. It’s pathetic, but I really am in love with him. I don’t mean I have a celebrity crush on David Tennant, though of course he’s totally adorable and I certainly wouldn’t turn him down. But he is not the Doctor, and I am in love with the Doctor…
I’m Alan Partridge: Series 1 (review)
Highly recommended… if you can take humor that is, paradoxically, relentlessly sad.
Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World movie review: where pulp meets art
This isn’t what I was expecting. I figured on clanging swords and thundering cannons and lots of swashbuckling, but this buckles far less swash than I imagined it would. I was expecting pulpy action adventure that was a whole lot of movie fun — I wasn’t expecting pulpy action adventure with real smarts and genuine heart and a grounding in reality.
Seabiscuit (review)
The music swells over the moment of victory, tears run freely down my face, fade to black, movie over. And I want to sob even longer and harder. Usually the rolling credits and the lights coming up in this kind of situation means a letup in the girly crying, but not this time. There’s something else going on besides the usual Oscar-baiting, triumph-of-the-human-and-equine-spirit shrink-wrapped Gourmet Film.
Behind Enemy Lines movie review: saving Owen Wilson
Oh my god, is Owen Wilson gonna be a huge star or what? This weekend, millions of people who have never seen Bottle Rocket, have never heard of Wes Anderson, and have no idea that Wilson is a screenwriter of no small talent will be cheering on an Owen Wilson who channels the spirit of Steve McQueen while kicking some collective Bosnian ass and being all that he can be. Cuz Bruce Willis is gettin’ too old for this shit, I guess.
Blackadder’s Christmas Carol (review)
Okay, so it’s not a movie. But Blackadder’s Christmas Carol is my favorite variation on the beloved Charles Dickens story of one man’s dramatic change of heart. Remember, though, dear reader, to take into account that I am a heartless bitch — anyone with an ounce of sentiment will be thoroughly appalled by this entirely mean-spirited black comedy.
