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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…
In Hereafter, Matt Damon sees dead people, but doesn’t want to, and is on a collusion course with a French woman (Cecile De France) and a British boy who have also had a taste of the afterlife. This flick sprang from (among other films):
I sincerely cannot help but worry, with no snarkiness intended whatsoever, whether Clint Eastwood has gone senile. He is 80, after all. I hope this not the case, of course, and I certainly don’t wish it on the guy, but I can’t imagine what else explains this utterly baffling film.
Is the day of the auteur over? If it isn’t, who is our greatest auteur? Does it matter if Hollywood doesn’t care about directors anymore? Is that something that can be left to serious film fans?
Affleck could do for Boston what Martin Scorsese did for New York in the 1970s…
Sylvester Stallone: writer, director, *auteur*…
Have you read any of Stephen King’s series The Dark Tower? No? Imagine if Clint Eastwood and James Joyce collaborated on a trippy fantasy about the mystical quest of a gunslinger. It’s weird and fascinating and has inspired a cultish following (and I really need to read more of the series [Amazon U.S.] [Amazon Canada] … more…
We know how it is: You’d like to go to the movies this weekend, but you’ve been turned into a frog and know you won’t be able to see over the seat in front of you, not even with a kiddie booster seat. But you can have a multiplex-like experience at home with a collection … more…
Hoorah! Nelson Mandela united South Africans, black and white, and overcame their long-held suspicions and hatred and bigotries in the postapartheid upheaval by getting them to refocus their hate on Australia and New Zealand. Or at least on their stupid rugby players. Hoorah!
Who wants a sparkly vampire boyfriend? I want an ass-kicking, violin-playing, cocaine-shooting-up, arrogant, superior, crime-solving genius boyfriend, and all the better if he’s played by Robert Downey Jr., who is probably just as fucked up as Holmes himself but is walking sex nevertheless. (Jude Law’s not so bad, either.) Oh my god I feel like … more…
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