R enfield is a lean, dumb sitcom of a movie, built on an irresistible idea: Take Bram Stoker's titular character, Count Dracula's fanatical bug-munching toady, and rework him for modern times. Put simply, this Renfield is a long-suffering sycophant, shackled to a toxic relationship with his narcissistic, gaslighting boss.
The filmmakers riff on that premise…
I f you're gonna make a movie out of a nerd-porn tabletop game, this is probably the way to do it. Honor Among Thieves never concerns itself with character classes, hit points, or will saves. Instead, we get a rollicking lark of a movie, stocked with quippy ragamuffins who do everything but wink at the…
L awrence of Arabia made me love movies. When I was a boy, the scene where Peter O'Toole's Lawrence first ventures into the desert was a transformative experience. David Lean's majestic direction, combined with Maurice Jarre's lush, romantic score and Freddie Young's jaw-dropping 70mm cinematography, formed a moment of magnificent magic. For the first time,…
F ull disclosure: I left the Scream franchise for dead about three sequels ago. After all, a bunch of bratty know-it-alls riffing on stale horror tropes is cute for one movie, but it starts gettin' old real quick. By the third installment, these flicks started losing a lot of blood, and seemed destined for a…
T ake a poll of the most iconic movie scenes in history, and a lot of the same answers will pop up: Dorothy Gale singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" would make the list. So would Don Vito Corleone, stroking a stray cat and making offers nobody could refuse. And then there's Casablanca. Even people who've…
T he first Shazam! flick was a refreshing blast that proved the DCEU could go an entire movie without sticking its proverbial wiener in the mashed potatoes. Too bad, then, that Fury of the Gods spends 130 insufferable minutes plunging right back into the butter and chives. This is the worst kind of superhero sequel--bigger and louder,…
N ew York City has been a supporting character in many films, but it’s never been so villainous as in The Warriors. For 92 bleak and bleary-eyed minutes, a group of surly young gang members must navigate the length of a city that wants to destroy them. Every inch of that journey is a grimy, post-apocalyptic…
I n my years working retail, I once met a man very much like Otto Anderson. He was sour and belligerent, often muttering hideous and hateful diatribes under his breath. Restaurant servers and grocery clerks scattered at the sight of him, like frightened Tokyoites from a raging Godzilla. He was almost universally despised, but I…
P latoon isn't so much about the loss of innocence as the wholesale devastation of it. The opening scene depicts something familiar in war epics: A transport of clean-shaven, clueless teenagers debark into a jungle hellscape they could never imagine: Black soot-smoke blocks out the sun. The very ground mixes into a muck of mud…
I did not enjoy 80 for Brady. Believe me, I wanted to. After all, the film centers on the pure devotion of four true sports fans. I'm a diehard follower of the Oklahoma City Thunder. One year, the team was in the midst of a deep playoff run, and I hosted regular watch parties.…

