Bridesmaids (review)

Progress! Hollywood has recognized the comedic value of women! If you’ve had it up to here with movies all about fat dudes who are disgusting and crude and that’s all extra funny cuz they’re fat, then behold: Bridesmaids features not one but two very overweight women who will gross you out with their flab, their sexual desires, their farts, their inability to recognize the personal space of others, and other revolting things that are doubly hilarious coming from fatties!

Paul (review)

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.

Date Night (review)

That Carell and Fey manage to maintain their gosh-darn likeability is the most surprising thing about this otherwise aggressively mediocre flick.

Whip It (review)

I always knew Drew Barrymore could be this cool: her directorial debut is a simultaneously sweet and kickass story about one girl’s finding her bliss, a movie that works within Hollywood conventions of storytelling to handily demonstrate that just because a tale is familiar doesn’t mean it can’t be fresh and funny and edgy, too.

Extract (review)

Mike Judge doesn’t do anything for no reason, but there’s a depressing sense of aimlessness, or not-knowing-what-he-wants-to-say-ishness to *Extract8 that is extra disappointing coming from this filmmaker, who has been so pointed and so clever up till now.