Julianne Moore pulls off the small miracle of tamping down her own intense charisma while still imbuing the ordinary, unglam Gloria with lively verve and a dynamism of low-key resilience personified.
Bold, tough, hugely entertaining. Like a new GoodFellas, except about a woman caught up in her own impudence and daring. Jessica Chastain is badass.
A great Batman movie, a great superhero movie, and a gloriously bonkers expression of the sublime silliness of crime fighters in capes, and our love of them.
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My picks: Saoirse Ronan and Daniel Radcliffe…
I died laughing… and I’ve found a new respect for a Hollywood posse whose work I mostly haven’t enjoyed before.
In the documentary Catfish, a New York photographer falls in love with a woman he meets on the Internet, only to have his expectations about her dashed once he meets her in person in ways he never could have imagined. This flick sprang from (among other films)…
In The Virginity Hit, a meanspirited teenaged boy documents — for YouTube and the whole world to see — his supposed best friend’s humiliating attempts to lose his virginity. This flick sprang from (among other films)…
I’m not blaming the Guardian for this. I’m blaming Hollywood’s overwhelming dominance.
I like the Tom Hanks persona. I like the Will Smith persona. I like the Kristin Chenoweth persona. Helen Mirren could just stand around being Helen Mirren and I would love her for it. Is that so wrong?