Now with winners indicated.
A pensive and unsettling film that defies genre description and keeps you wondering just what the heck sort of film you’re watching.
It’s strictly for kids, this very silly, mostly sweet tale of middle-school angst, with a few nonconformist hand grenades tossed in for good measure.
LFF is a veritable orgy of cinema, and I love it. It’s exhausting, but I love it.
I wish I could say that I was surprised this morning to hear of his death. Sad, yes. But not surprised.
Far from perfect, but its humor is nearly Monty Python-esque, much more deliciously absurd and creatively bizarre than its predecessor.
Stuff I found on the Net today.
One of the more achingly poignant stories of awkward (male) adolescence I’ve seen. Sam Rockwell steals this movie more than he has ever stolen a movie before.
In an almost terrifying reversal from the first film, this is crude, racist, and sexist, in entirely well-worn ways. (But the Minions are still funny.)
I laughed so damn hard at these human Looney Tunes…