
Two Night Stand and #Stuck movie(s) review: let’s (not) talk about casual sex
Apparently written by the same people who write the ridiculous quizzes and sex-tip listicles in Cosmo and Men’s Health …

Apparently written by the same people who write the ridiculous quizzes and sex-tip listicles in Cosmo and Men’s Health …

A rich white man tours the misery of others to learn about happiness. Yes, it is as offensive as it sounds.

A series of amazing music videos featuring astonishingly athletic dancers expressing crazy-hot modern choreography strung together by a flimsy narrative. Kinda like old-school Hollywood musicals were.

Jon Favreau’s midlife artistic crisis rendered as food porn. Funny, poignant, and wise, though the wish-fulfillment romantic fantasy of it is a tad much.

If you don’t think it’s hilarious that a woman dressed for a night out would “naturally” be mistaken for a prostitute, there is nothing here for you.

What is a Muppet? Is it something one is born? Is it something one chooses? Is it a state of mind? Is it a lifestyle?

Far too blithe and cheery, yet nowhere near madcap and comic enough, for its potentially powerful switched-twins conceit…

There is a single thread running through these shorts, and it is deeply existential and irreducibly personal: How do we save ourselves?

It’s the rise of the machines as romantic dramedy, and the Singularity as romantic tragedy. It’s the nicest, gentlest sci-fi horror film ever.

A smart, snappy, soulful look at how Mary Poppins got Disneyfied, and the redemptive power of story for both teller and listener.