Reminders to be kind are all very well, but it’s time to move past the idea that it’s up to people who are different to inspire everyone else to be better people.
Three movies in, and this world of sentient driverless cars still creeps me out, and still does nothing except advertise a mountain of related merch for kids.
A tad dated and scattershot, but the messy package is inventively absurd… and unlike many Hollywood comedies, able to carry that absurdity to a silly end.
Enjoyably intense, if you can get past the cultural narcissism that Western corporate colonialism only matters when it impacts a nice white American family.
Because Tom Hiddleston was not already awesome enough.
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…
Is it supposed to be flattering to Google that two idiots bullshit their way into a highly competitive internship, even though they know nothing about computers, or the Internet, or programming?
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.
Yesterday’s QOTD was about a feminist net positive: the most kickass female action character of 2011. Today, we go the other way…
A charming little movie that is so amiably ridiculous that you’re sure it must have been invented, but it’s based on a real wacky thing…