A romance of a gentle, bittersweet, grownup variety that doesn’t pretend that every connection has to be a grand, sweeping, happily-ever-after thing.
Feints toward feminism quickly descend into a diatribe against women with a villain who is all about revenge against a man who wronged her sexually. [This post is not behind the paywall.]
Like Monty Python without the comedy, or at least without the intentional comedy. Jeff Bridges’ saving throw against the Phoning It In curse fails!
Guys look awesome in a crisp white shirt. And so I present a selection of gorgeous guys who look even more gorgeous in a white shirt…
“I’m off to London to become world famous!” –Neil (Ben Barnes)
In Dublin in the late 1970s, a bunch of guys who fancied being rock stars even though they couldn’t play a lick of music formed two bands that developed a friendly rivalry. One of those bands went on to become U2. This is the story of the other band.
Oh, I hope this is funny. Other people’s thwarted dreams and missed opportunities usually make me want to cry, so I hope this is funny instead.
More like Voyage of the Yawn Treader, actually. Little kids will surely find this collection of fantastical geegaws enthralling — look, a talking mouse! hey, a minotaur! — but as a grownup fan of the magical and the mysterious, I was almost totally bored by this third, and perhaps most tryingly pious, installment in C.S. Lewis’s fanciful spin on Christian mythology.
That Narnia trailer I posted today reminded me how pretty Ben Barnes — aka Prince Caspian — is…
If Noel Coward had written *Meet the Parents,* it might look something like this: witty and wise and totally lacking in poop jokes.