
Irrational Man movie review: the measure of a man’s midlife crisis
A blithe and chipper drawing-room comedy that, in a deliciously perverse way, plays with notions of chance and karma and very bitter irony.

A blithe and chipper drawing-room comedy that, in a deliciously perverse way, plays with notions of chance and karma and very bitter irony.
Wouldn’t it be amazing if women protagonists had the opportunity to keep jumping back in time until they could get their lives just the way they want them? Ah, but that would require a movie with a female protagonist…
After Midnight in Paris, I’d be happy to let Woody Allen take me on a grand tour of the Continent, one starstudded movie at a time.
The British Film Bloggers Circle — a new organization of which I am a member — has announced the winners our first annual awards…
Here’s an at-a-glance look at my picks for tomorrow night’s Academy Awards…
Midnight in Paris becomes the butt of its own gentle joke… perhaps the most Woody Allen joke ever, one that wraps up a paralyzing self-awareness in a redemptive self-deprecation to, finally and splendidly, laugh with great good humor at itself.
So happy that The Artist is Best Film for us…
Yesterday’s QOTD was about a feminist net positive: the most kickass female action character of 2011. Today, we go the other way…
I hate that The Tree of Life won so many awards, but I am only one voter among many…
There will be no living with The Hangover Part II now: It had the biggest opening weekend ever and the second biggest ever for an R-rated film. But is this just a fluke for Hollywood in a year that’s been way down at the box office?