
The Invitation movie review: do not turn this one down
A chillingly crafted portrait of quiet menacing uncertainty. Balefully replicates the precariousness of not being able to trust one’s own instincts.

A chillingly crafted portrait of quiet menacing uncertainty. Balefully replicates the precariousness of not being able to trust one’s own instincts.

The failure of male-led action movies is NEVER a reason to stop making male-led action movies. Never ever ever.
Stuff my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
I’m gonna go with Jurassic Park III. I don’t get the lack of love for this flick, which is a superb action adventure movie of a glorious old stripe…
And now we learn the secret of that dreadful Clash of the Titans movie from a coupla years back. Its incoherence? Its soullessness? All by design.
It’s like if Samwise Gamgee wrote fan fiction about Greek mythology, and then Vogue magazine’s most outré photographers did a huge photo spread based on that…
Oh dear. More sand and swords and sandals and sorcery.
I knew it! I knew Kenneth Branagh was a geek. Oh, sure, he got famous for all that snooty Shakespeare stuff, but deep down, he’s mad for comic books and superheroes and all that pulp-fiction stuff. He’s a dork.
Our Hollywood overlords hate us.
Also: Billy Ray Cyrus wishes Hannah Montana had never happened; thoughtless tweeting brings down Nir Rosen; J.K. Rowling ticked at unauthorized biopic; more…