
Pacific Rim review: the world goes to war
A war movie in the grandest tradition, set in a rich new fictional universe that we’re going to be talking about for a long time.

A war movie in the grandest tradition, set in a rich new fictional universe that we’re going to be talking about for a long time.
What my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw yesterday and today…
Okay, so… a giant singing flea? *shrug* I’ve heard weirder ideas.
Yesterday I spent what wasn’t Thanksgiving Day in London in France, in the industrial city of Lille…
An elegantly creepy tale of a haunting that, wonder of wonders, one may approach equally well from the perspective of total supernatural belief or entrenched skepticism…
Oh, those rickety biplanes, all canvas and wood and held together by spit and a prayer, come taxiing out of the early morning fog and there’s the sad tin whistle music and the eager young men jumping to get up in the air and get themselves killed, and I’m a basket case from the get-go, all tears and sobby and having just the best time I can have at the movies: I. Am. Moved.

Dramatizes a bizarre moment in time with a straightforward aplomb that is devastating. You wish you could laugh at the insanity of it but the only emotional response is overwhelming rage and grief.
Okay, so it’s not a movie. But Blackadder’s Christmas Carol is my favorite variation on the beloved Charles Dickens story of one man’s dramatic change of heart. Remember, though, dear reader, to take into account that I am a heartless bitch — anyone with an ounce of sentiment will be thoroughly appalled by this entirely mean-spirited black comedy.
A film of immense power and eerie beauty, James Cameron’s Titanic could only have been made now, not because of its technical requirements but because the cultural attitudes of the era in which it is set have come full circle to concern us again today.
Like Lawrence of Arabia, Out of Africa is a story of time and place. Just as T.E. Lawrence’s tale could only have happened in the Middle Eastern deserts of the Great War, Isak Dinesen’s would not exist without the gorgeous vistas of East Africa of almost exactly the same time.