
War Dogs movie review: sob havoc over this gun fun run
A comedy only in the bleakest way, satire only in the sense that the whole world has become a parody of itself. Appalling and amusing in equal measure.
film criticism by maryann johanson | since 1997
A comedy only in the bleakest way, satire only in the sense that the whole world has become a parody of itself. Appalling and amusing in equal measure.
LFF is a veritable orgy of cinema, and I love it. It’s exhausting, but I love it.
Poor Clint Eastwood! He’s a Gran Torino old coot in a Moneyball world…
Clint Eastwood does Moneyball in reverse. Except it’s funny cuz he’s an old geezer who doesn’t know how to pronounce feng shui.
What my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
Here’s an at-a-glance look at my picks for tomorrow night’s Academy Awards…
Michael Fassbender? Tilda Swinton? Michael Shannon? Elizabeth Olsen? But Jonah Hill gets a nom… *sigh*
So happy that The Artist is Best Film for us…
I had been reduced to a slobbering gushy mess by the end of this gloriously entertaining movie even though I’d spend the entirety of the running time before this marveling at how this is the least sentimental baseball movie ever.
It’s not just theoretically inevitable, it’s already in the works.