Skyline Review
The only question a reasonable adult would ask after seeing Skyline is “How great is Skyline?”
Client 9 Review
After seeing Client 9: The Rise and Fall of Eliot Spitzer I am here to tell you that the game is rigged, the engine of capitalism is eating itself, and we are all fucked.
Tiny Furniture Review
Watching Tiny Furniture reminded me that I was once 22 years old. Remember 22? Do you remember it as this fun-filled, exciting adventure of new possibilities? Well, you’re lying to yourself.
The Dreams of Jinsha Review
I love animated films. I think it’s a great medium and has so much potential in telling a story. Some of the best stuff is from Studio Ghibli. Hayao Miyazaki has made some brilliant, beautiful films. It follows that someone else would want to make a similar mark.
Tangled Review
I had reservations going into Tangled, and I am pleased to report it was a fine family film. You can pretty much thank John Lasseter and the Pixar crew for that.
Fair Game Review
I’m never “for” the CIA. I’m against it, usually. So, when the main character of a movie is an operative for an organization known for willy-nilly deposing duly chosen governments of other sovereign nations, I’m usually for the “whistle blower.” But when the whistle blower is the biggest tool to lead this country since Polk, I’m back with the hero of the story – the CIA.
Harry Nilsson, The Beatles, and Badfinger at the Movies!
The documentary Who Is Harry Nilsson, and Why Is Everybody Talkin’ About Him? tells the story of an angelic-voiced upstart who grew up in a New York City slum and wound up a part of the upper crust of rock royalty. It’s the latest film by writer/director/co-producer John Scheinfeld, who made The U.S. vs. John Lennon which I also enjoyed.
Burlesque Review
Dear person sitting two rows in front of me at Burlesque: If you’re so smart, why did you buy a ticket to Burlesque?
I Love You Phillip Morris Review
Don’t say it. You don’t have to tell me that you don’t like Jim Carrey, no one does, so just hear me out.
Black Swan Review
I have never been much of a fan of ballet, or opera, for that matter. My step-grandfather, a Scottish-born man, drinker of fine scotch, was a fan of both. He tried to instill some interest of these (no, not the scotch) in me as a teen, to no avail. However, if I had seen Black Swan then, I’m sure I would have changed my tune.