I tried, once or twice, to watch the Veronica Mars series when it aired and never got very far.
A classical concert seems to be a head-knockingly obvious setting in which to set a thriller.
It makes even less sense than you possibly thought it could.
The Monuments Men is filled with Goodman, but that wasn’t enough for this World War II flick.
Do you have a dad? Does he enjoy a biscuit with his coffee and the newspaper in the morning?
In Nebraska, Bruce Dern inhabits Woody, an aging and increasingly defiant man who believes he’s won a million dollars when he receives a sweepstakes mailer.
Martin Scorsese decided a couple years ago, with Hugo, that from now on, he has to go big or go home.
David O. Russell gets a lot of things right.
Ed. Note – This was supposed to go up a while ago so that’s why there’s some late references.
I never should have doubted writer/director Richard Curtis (Love Actually), but the trailer for About Time was just atrocious.
The Counselor views like a comprehensive "how-to" of writing a movie with dialogue and plot points so vague that the audience neither has any clue what is going on nor cares for any of the characters.
Prisoners is two and a half hours long, but it doesn’t get boring.
I would like to extend my arms out to Jill Soloway, writer/director of Afternoon Delight, and wrap them around her in the huggiest of hugs, for being the one to finally put Kathryn Hahn in the front and center spot in a movie.
Beer, old friends, beer, beer, robots filled with blue stuff, beer, the apocalypse, and beer.
District 9 is so good. So. Good.
In Blackfish, documentary filmmaker Gabriela Cowperthwaite exposes the long hush-hushed history of the effect of captivity on the behavior of orca whales at SeaWorld and other parks around the world.