Runner Runner review: yawner yawner
Dull and perfunctory, this is a crime thriller that sets itself up as a revenge story but can’t manage to drum up any excitement or suspense, and precious little revenge, either.
FBI
Stolen review: thief of parts
By turns hilarious, absurd, offensive, and insulting, this is all rote action that will pique your interest only when it is being completely ridiculous.
The Heat review: buddy crap
Meanspirited where it’s meant to be funny. Misogynist crap is still misogynist crap when it stars women.
Terms and Conditions May Apply review: we all agreed to PRISM
Nobody reads the terms-and-conditions of Web sites. They’re designed to discourage us from doing so… and there’s a reason why.
Now You See Me review: popcorn with glitter on top
Most of it makes no sense at all, but who cares? This is cheerful ridiculousness pulled off with panache.
Matt Smith and Benedict Cumberbatch yakking at TV BAFTAs (and other adventures in social networking)
What my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
question of the day: What do the FBI, DHS, and IPR hope to achieve with their new antipiracy warnings on Region 1 DVDs?
Beyond ratcheting up the national fear level and promoting a state of endless, unwinnable war, that is.
the Onion just makes me cry these days (and other adventures in social networking)
What my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
Sherlock: Series 1 (review)
The second series of Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss’s brilliant, brilliant Sherlock is about to start tomorrow, and so my hand is forced: I must finally write about the first series…
J. Edgar (review)
If there’s one thing that comes across stridently and passionately from Clint Eastwood’s curiously blah biopic J. Edgar, it is this: Leonardo DiCaprio really wants an Oscar.
