Another videogame adaptation in which empty avatars run around perfunctorily because that’s what the plot requires of them. There’s no humor, no fizz, no movie magic at all.
An exquisite miniature puzzle-box pop-up-book of a movie. All is color and light and exhilaration here, a fantastical lark that is sheer mischievous joy.
A bravura dramedy that beautifully balances tragedy and comedy and asks a tricky question: Is it better to be cynical about art, or happily undiscriminating?
Perhaps you’ve got 10 minutes to grab DVDs from your collection, or an hour to download 10 films, before the Vogon constructor fleet destroys Earth and you escape with Ford Prefect.
Daleks and Slitheen are more plausible than “I speak baby.”
…in a nice, nonconfrontational way. I confess that I wasn’t sure whether more than a handful of rabid Daily Show/Colbert Report fans would turn up for the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear, but the Mall sure looked really packed on TV this afternoon.
I don’t get football. I have no desire to get it, and feel no great loss in my life because of this. But there are a few great football movies aren’t really about football, far less so than the many great baseball movies are actually about baseball. And so these are movies I can love.
No, not classic movies: classical movies. September is Classical Music Month, the origin of which probably ties in to the whole “back to school, back to seriousness” idea. Which is sort of silly, actually: just because classical music is has stood the test of time doesn’t mean it has to be solemn. In fact, for … more…
Why do slasher movies make us laugh in the instant after we jump and scream? When comedy works, it’s for the same reason that horror does: It surprises us, and laughter and screams emanate from that same primitive lizard part of our brains, one that reacts before we can think.