Oh, Guy Ritchie, you gave us Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels and Snatch, two films, though the exact same genre and style, that were actually quite entertaining. I didn’t see Rocka Rolla, and we just won’t talk about that debacle you made with your then wife, Madonna. So, you know, people seem to…Details
Wes Anderson has pulled off the slacker move of the decade in making a film that looks like he doesn’t care if you like it or not. But he obviously does. The Fantastic Mr. Fox is a stop-motion animation movie. By definition, if you make such a film, you care. You care deeply. It takes…Details
Glenn Beck’s The Christmas Sweater has taken its rightful place as a Christmas classic with this year’s re-showing of last year’s Glenn Beck’s The Christmas Sweater. The Christmas Sweater is an allegory created by Beck originally in book form, later taken to the stage, which was later put to film and finally, filmed on stage…Details
Drinking whiskey, long drives to shit gigs, sneaking out of hotel rooms in the morning. Ah the road. What a wonderful part of being an entertainer. Hoping for free drinks and a comped meal to take back to the motel. Debating with yourself about life choices. Am I living a dream of freedom from a boring life? Or have I failed and become a broken down version of myself that wasn’t even real to begin with? When you’re successful it’s called being an eccentric artist, when you’ve failed it’s a big hot bowl of all your faults that you’ve got to jam down your rotten yap hole every day. That’s what Bad Blake shows us, or at least tries too.