
The Loft movie review: cheaters code
Plausibility isn’t in the cards for this odious excuse for a thriller. This is all about sexy danger, for sociopathic, misogynistic values of “sexy danger.”

Plausibility isn’t in the cards for this odious excuse for a thriller. This is all about sexy danger, for sociopathic, misogynistic values of “sexy danger.”

It doesn’t quite work as a package, but Wahlberg is a real pleasure to watch as he crafts a portrait of a tormented anti-hero with an apparent death wish.

A handsome movie in many ways, but it feels like an unpolished first draft, one that can’t quite decide how fantastical it wants to be.

In a restaurant, at home (or someone else’s home), whatever.
Actual unretouched phrases that people plugged into search engines this week that led them to this site (with some commentary from me)…
I was quite proud to have developed my own conspiracy theory about Hamlet (although I discovered later that I am not the first person to have thought of this)…
Links my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. It is a fusty nut with no kernel. It speaks an infinite deal of nothing.
Not to be too obvious, but aren’t the plays the thing?
However crass Disney’s motivation may have been in rereleasing the film, it’s cheering to see that even in this era of awesome home-entertainment setups and increasingly unpleasant multiplexes, people still want to see great movies on a big screen with big sound…