B urned-out buildings billow smoke into a sunless sky. Soot-stained victims, their faces frozen in shock, stagger into the streets and call out for loved ones. In the distance, screams and sirens pierce the air, only to be punctuated by some unknown rumbling. While War of the Worlds never directly references the 9/11 attacks, the unhinged fear…
M ean Guns resembles the kind of movie Quentin Tarantino would've made if he'd grown up under power lines. The filmmakers desperately try to mimic QT's edgy dialogue and operatic flourishes of gun violence, but they just don't have the geeky swagger and...well, competence to pull any of it off. This results in the bad karaoke version…
L et me begin this review with a confession of my own: I couldn't have been less enthusiastic about a reboot of the Fletch franchise. The two original films made such perfect use of Chevy Chase's prickly sarcasm, it was difficult to imagine anyone matching them for weightless fun. Plus, Hollywood has spent so long strip-mining…
F or 122 minutes, Point Break hurtles across the screen in a flash of unadulterated silliness. Its premise is off the wall. The dialogue often descends into New Age hooey, soaked in testosterone. Many of its action scenes throw up a middle finger to the laws of physics. On paper, nothing about Point Break should distinguish it as a…
O kay, everyone. Let's get the rant over with: In recent years, Disney has taken one beloved title after another, blown off the dust, and dry-humped each one until more money fell out. The new Aladdin was an ungainly farce. The Lion King--which, by my math, cost $33,000 per second--shamelessly xeroxed the original, right down to the…
B east is a B-movie, built on the chassis of a much better and more ambitious production. It's got hunky Idris Elba punching a lion right in the jaw. It's got Sharlto Copley, that great actor from District 9, looking like he's ready to hunt velociraptors. Listen to the dialogue a little too carefully, and you…
O ver the Top is a strange, coked-out fever dream of a movie, replete with arm wrestling montages and pounding 80s power ballads. Everybody's drenched in sweat, whether they're the wrestlers, the audience, the waitress in a diner, or even the wimpy little kid. By the end, I had beads streaking down my own forehead.…
"I declare that my whole life, rather it be long or short, shall be devoted to your service."
I t would, of course, be an unusually long life in which Queen Elizabeth II would give her all in service. Fifteen prime ministers and fourteen U.S. presidents would come and go during her reign. The Cold…
I magine a rusty old Buick, sitting in a junk yard. Next, picture it slipping into neutral, and its old wheels creaking forward. The car lurches, helplessly and aimlessly, until it thunks into a nearby tree. There it settles, destined to spend an eternity as a moldering pile of uselessness. Now, take that pitiful momentum…
I'll tell you right out--I'm a man who likes talking to a man who likes to talk." Sydney Greenstreet in The Maltese Falcon
T hat quote popped in my head during Three Thousand Years of Longing, as the film centers on two people hungry for dialogue. Over the course of two hours, stories become their currency. Alithea (Tilda…