G-Men (retro trailer)
We catch a glimpse of a cinema marquee showing this 1935 classic in the trailer for Clint Eastwood’s new FBI flick J. Edgar…
We catch a glimpse of a cinema marquee showing this 1935 classic in the trailer for Clint Eastwood’s new FBI flick J. Edgar…

For a film critic, there are few pleasures more satisfying than ripping into a bad movie. But one of those few is discovering that a film that you were expecting to hate — a movie that you had no doubts whatsoever would turn out to be utterly awful — turns out to be wonderful.
Do they make us feel better about ourselves? Is it just plain and simple purience? Do fans feel “entitled” to see a celeb naked after being teased with legit, posed, nearly naked images of the same celeb over and over again? Something else?
Colombiana fofana, Zoe Saldana banana. C’mon, sing it with me! C’mon! It makes more sense than the movie, and it’s more entertaining to boot.
Garbus’s portrait of Bobby Fischer as a lonely child and a monomanical young chess player becomes a portrait of his times as well…
Plus: Should Hollywood stop pandering to dorks? Does the flopping of Mars Needs Moms spell the end of 3D? Why is Katie Holmes failing to charm America?
What if you and your most superbly geeky bestest friend ever met an alien? I mean a real life honest-to-Carl Sagan extry terrestrial. What if? You would plotz. You would. Like Nick Frost’s Clive does here, you would giggle like a loon and then faint, out cold from the sheer splendidness of this happenstance. I know I would.
Big Momma is back, the question is: Why? In the name of all that is decent and thoughtful and pleasant, why?
Affleck could do for Boston what Martin Scorsese did for New York in the 1970s…
Every week my browser gets cluttered up with tabs for stuff that I stumble across and figure I might be able to use as a Question of the Day or a WTF Thought for the Day or grist for some other post. And inevitably, I end the week with most of that material unused. But … more…