The Informant! (review)

Danged if the flick don’t feel like the Coen Brothers, if it ain’t redolent with the wonderfully odd tang of farce and feeling that they invariably bring to, at least, their lighter films.

trailer break: ‘The Informant!’

Take a break from work: watch a trailer… Steven Soderbergh has a new movie, and it’s a comedy — a dark comedy — about corporate crime. I’m not sure that we can call this “holding criminals accountable,” but at least someone is holding them up for ridicule. Which is a start, anyway. And yet… if … more…

opening in the U.S. and Canada May 20-22: ‘Terminator Salvation,’ ‘Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian,’ ‘Dance Flick,’ more

opening wide Terminator Salvation: “Hello, my name is John Connor. You killed my father. Prepare to die.” Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian: Know what my favorite bit of inexcusably implausible nonsense here is? I adore how the floorplan for the high-security “federal archives” that supposedly exist (they don’t) under the Smithsonian on … more…

Che (review)

You’ve seen the T-shirt — now see the movie. That seems to be attitude of the decriers of Steven Soderbergh’s portrait of the Argentinean freedom fighter/terrorist: that the filmmaker does not demonize his subject to the degree the decriers insist is necessary.

Ocean’s Eleven movie review: it’s so money, baby

Are you up for a little larceny that may be dangerous but is too much fun to pass up? Are you up for a smart dumb movie, the kind of delicious popcorn flick you get when some of the most talented and most watchable people in the biz let their hair down? Cuz this ain’t a movie that’s been fortified with vitamins and minerals or morals or anything good for you — this is pure cinematic junk food of the highest, tastiest order.

top 11 movies of 2000

I guess it’s officially tradition now: I can’t narrow the best films of the year down to only 10, so, like Nigel Tufnel’s amp, this one again goes to 11. Film critics and fans alike have been heard to complain that 2000 was an awful year for film, but I’m not sure that that is … more…

Erin Brockovich (review)

If last Saturday night’s sneak-preview audience is any guide, this could be Julia Roberts’s biggest movie yet. Everything she did onscreen, everything she said either elicited ardent routs of laughter or sent what could only be called worshipful undulations rippling through the crowd. The thrall in which Roberts held these people frightened me. I’m sure execs at Universal Pictures are already peeing in their collective pants with anticipation over this weekend’s box office. Biggest opening ever for a March weekend — you read it here first.