film criticism by maryann johanson | since 1997
It’s a box. A cardboard box. Frank Langella brings it to your door, and inside is the Pop-o-matic of Death, and you either push the big red button under the plastic dome, in which case someone you don’t know dies and you get a cool million in a briefcase, or you don’t, in which you don’t get a movie made about you. Resisting the Moral Dilemma? No movie for you!
Take a break from work: watch a trailer… Two questions: What’s with the phony Southern accents? (It really doesn’t suit Cameron Diaz.) And is it just me, or does James Marsden simply not look right without that Cyclops eyewear? From the director of Donnie Darko? Okay, fair enough. But let us not forget that Richard … more…
My picks for the best and worst movies of the year are no secret to anyone who follows my annual ranking of every new theatrical release I see. The ranking is a work-in-progress throughout the year. It begins when I see the first movie slated for release within a calendar year — for 2007, that … more…
