
Parkland review (London Film Festival)
This poignant and painful ensemble drama about the lesser-known figures caught up in the JFK assassination reminds us that history happens to regular people, too.

This poignant and painful ensemble drama about the lesser-known figures caught up in the JFK assassination reminds us that history happens to regular people, too.

I’m hyperventilating from the array of overwhelming movie awesomeness before me.

Also: Emma Thompson and Paul Giamatti in anything, obviously.

Do you enjoy certain crappy movies more if you’re drunk? Does a bottle of wine or a couple of beers make certain good movies more enjoyable?
The story is almost beside the point, because Tom Cruise’s nude torso that I could be running my hands all over and because the young kittenish leads in this story cobbled together around awesome 80s hair-band stadium anthems are the weakest part of it.
Tom Cruise sings! Tee-hee!
Everything that’s fucked up about American political culture at the moment is hung out in The Ides of March to air like the soiled laundry that it is…
Damn, I’m probably gonna love this movie and be massively depressed by it at the same time.
James Purefoy as a disillusioned Templar is as bleakly gorgeous as the film around him…
Paul Giamatti in a film by Tom McCarthy? Yes.