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.
"The Coen Brothers + folk music + New York City + winter" pretty much sums me up.
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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.
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.
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.
Joss Whedon’s Much Ado About Nothing is a faithful farce, set in present day but textually and tonally all Shakespeare.
The first five minutes of World War Z shows us that Brad Pitt is a really good dad.
Magic movies are inherently hard to pull off.
In Frances Ha, co-writers, co-members of the newest indie darling couple, and respective director and star Noah Baumbach and Greta Gerwig, preserve all the good that the word "quirky" used to possess before Zooey Deschanel showed up and ruined everything.
Star Trek is not my thing. So much so that I was one of the three people in the country who never saw the first movie.
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s, The Great Gatsby, is the book, the novel that for whatever reason has become the forefront of the literary canon for, at this point I assume every single high school English class in the United States.