The new Godzilla is super old school, replete with dramatic close-up shots of the characters’ sheer awe and terror as they whisper the title of the movie.
For reasons unbeknownst to me, I had problems with both Seth Rogen and Zac Efron.
John Turturro wrote, directed, and starred in this Woody Allen-ish, lyrical, New York film, and Woody Allen acts, for the first time in a long time, in a movie that’s not his, presumably because it does so closely resemble his own.
If you are a human being with a heart, or even half of one, Disneynature’s Bears will make it fill up with love and warmth and rainbows and tears of wonder.
The Muppet movie sequel, which isn’t really a sequel but another installment in a long line of Muppet movies, lets itself off the hook in the very beginning with a cheeky line in a song about how sequels are never quite as good as the original.
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.
Spike Jonze’s Her is at once timely and timeless.
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.
"The Coen Brothers + folk music + New York City + winter" pretty much sums me up.
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.