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.
There’s something so campy and generally uncool about the Insidious films, and for some reason, that makes them absolutely great.
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.