A hilarious ode to talentless passion. James Franco gives the bizarre Tommy Wiseau depth without solving his mystery, but skips a deserved zing at Hollywood.
Relentlessly dull. A tour of a strange world and “characters” little more than their “peculiar” abilities isn’t enough to whip up fantastical excitement.
So deeply terrible that it will make you question the existence of God. The dialogue is the least natural I’ve ever seen in a film not made by Ed Wood.
Steven Moffat is now stealing plots from Ed Wood-esque parodies of science fiction. Because he just rewrote Chubby Rain.
Is there a single definition, or is it more a case of “you know it when you see it”? What’s your own personal “cult” film?
Perhaps a film actually inspired you to do something or learn something. Perhaps it’s merely a positive feeling that a particularly film left you with.
The Tim Burton-est movie in a long while, not merely because it embodies all those wonderfully weird and humanist Burton attitudes but also because only Burton would think to make a stop-motion film in glorious, creamy, black-and-white.
This is the best MST3K gift set yet, and not just because it includes a six-inch-tall, startlingly lifelike figurine of Gypsy, the robot stranded spaceman Joel Robinson created to run his orbital life raft.
A quick look at last week’s box office as we head into the new weekend (this is where losing a day early in the week leaves me — late late late): 1. Alice in Wonderland: $62.7 million (2nd week; drops 46%) 2. Green Zone: $14.3 million (NEW) 3. She’s Out of My League: $9.8 million … more…
Take a break from work: watch a trailer… I can’t help it: the title Me and Orson Welles makes me think of that scene in Ed Wood when Johnny Depp’s Wood corners Vincent D’Onofrio’s Welles and they talk about movies. Wow: Richard Linklater made a movie with Zac Efron. I would have thought that if … more…