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W. (review)

Surely this is the greatest satire of the American presidency ever made for film. It’s kinda like *Being There,* but far more terrifying: instead of a wise, gentle idiot becoming president, here it’s an incurious, perpetually adolescent idiot who ascends to the highest office in the land. Surely this would be a horror story if it were true…

5 reasons I’m psyched for ‘W.’

All this week! 5 movies I’m psyched for in October, and 5 reasons why. No. 5: W. [opens limited October 17]. 1. Oliver Stone can be a nut — see JFK — but he’s a highly entertaining nut: JFK may be a complete fantasy (I’m not saying it is for sure, just that it may … more…

The Crew and The Whole Nine Yards (review)

Mob stories rarely work as comedy. For every Get Shorty or Analyze This we seem to get a dozen Mickey Blue Eyeses and Jane Austen’s Mafia!s. For the comedies to gell, it seems, the mafia milieu needs to bump up against another idiosyncratic subculture: Mob Meets Hollywood, Mob Meets Therapy. The Crew tries it on with Mob Meets Old Fart… if there could be said to be an ‘Old Fart’ subculture.