A rare treat: a perfect film. Smart, funny, wise, sparkling with wit both visually and in its snappy dialogue. A self-assured directorial debut from Olivia Wilde, confident and effortless. Pure joy.
A rote crime action thriller — very car chase! such gunshots! — that drains its protagonist of much of the raw power that has made her so fascinating in the past.
This melodrama about men unable to express themselves emotionally except through heavy machinery isn’t only clichéd: it doubles down on the clichés.
This pseudo-80s teen dramedy feels like the flip side of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, bursting with generosity and empathy for its forlorn drama queen.
Callous, crass, unpleasantly smug. Supposes it’s being edgy because its protagonist swears a lot, but it’s like a child saying bad words just to be naughty.
Or maybe there’s a movie character you feel like, and one you’d rather be, or a movie location you feel stuck in and another you’d rather be living in…
In honor of the fact that somone has finally started a Twitter feed to aggregate news of extra scenes worth sitting through a film’s credits for, and the fact that Battleship has a tag scene…
Ferris Bueller Joins the Air Force. With monkeys.
I feel like Ralphie being told by Little Orphan Annie to drink my Ovaltine. A lousy commercial?
Ferris sold out, and is totally into isms these days, with consumerism right at the top of the list. That’s why he’s appearing in this teaser for a Super Bowl ad.