360 (review)
A subtle and striking globehopping ensemble drama of human interactions shaped by sex and love, honesty and deception, allure and retreat.
A subtle and striking globehopping ensemble drama of human interactions shaped by sex and love, honesty and deception, allure and retreat.
It’s intended to be delightful, but it feels as long as a pregnancy itself, this roundrobin of forcefully interconnected tales of incipient parenthood.
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…
Lest today’s QOTD be misinterpreted as any sort of defense of New Year’s Eve, I invite you to join me in guffawing along with Mandi Bierly at PopWatch at the movie’s ridiculous mala-Big Apple-isms…
Or, why we probably shouldn’t be too excited that New Year’s Eve flopped…
Want to make manchildren laugh? Blow some weed smoke out at them in 3D. Call something “Avatarded” as a compliment. Get a baby high. Har har.
What are you doing New Year’s eve? Not seeing this cheap, lazy excuse for a movie, I hope…
Because Satan has been waiting for the moment to spring both Sarah Jessica Parker and Katherine Heigl on us in the same movie…