[su_dropcap size="5"]A[/su_dropcap]n American Pickle is yet another film that takes a home run premise, bloops it to shallow centerfield, and contentedly trots to first base. So...my heart, well, it's just a mess of confusion: Do I pat this movie on the head and award it a gold star for being mostly decent? Or, do I slap…
W hen I watched JFK in eighth grade, it blew my little mind on two equally important fronts: First off, it's a balls-out cinematic masterpiece that deploys just about every visual trick in the book to keep it compelling for over three hours. On top of that, Oliver Stone directs his magnum opus with the frenzy of…
[su_dropcap size="5"]I[/su_dropcap] remember an elementary school teacher--we'll keep her nameless--who was alarmed to see me practicing numbers and letters with my left hand. She informed me that it wasn't Godly to write that way, and I should immediately switch to my right. I tried, with every ounce of concentration my tiny brain could pool together,…
Somehow, by some strange miracle, the resulting film tastes like something wholly original and real damn delicious.
[su_dropcap size="5"]F[/su_dropcap]irst Cow plays like a strange study in contrasts. It's unassumingly quiet, and yet audaciously ambitious in creative reach. The story moves at a deliberately languid pace, but it's still fascinating to watch. Some people will read this review, watch this movie, and wonder how in the hell I could put those four stars next…
Relic is a rarity in the horror genre. It depicts real people who say and do things for human reasons.
[su_dropcap size="5"]I[/su_dropcap]t was March 25th, 1985, and the 57th Academy Awards were in full swing. As Linda Hunt dutifully ran through the nominees for Best Supporting Actor, the production hit a snag on the penultimate name: Haing S. Ngor (rhymes with floor), the Cambodian-born doctor who starred in The Killing Fields, hadn't made it to the…
The Confederacy was a loser. It was a failed entity, run by losers
Greyhound represents a successful attempt to boil away unneeded ingredients and reduce the experience of war down to its essence.
It was like watching Wile E. Coyote climb into one of his homemade catapults, where feelings of disaster and dread are just part of the experience.