The only way Birdman loses this one is if Wes Anderson gets hit by a train in the next forty-eight hours.
Am I imposing too much surgical analysis onto what is essentially a kids’ movie? Probably.
Michael Cera made a pretty decent bedroom pop album. I don’t think he cares if I like it, but I do.
“You know how to whistle, don’t you Steve? You just put your lips together and blow.”
For reasons that will never be known to living humans, Robin Williams has died of an apparent suicide. He was … More
Considering the options, I was confident in my decision to spend my weekend movie money on crime-fighting turtles. As un-promising as the reviews were, I was sure that, if nothing else, nostalgia and low expectations would carry me through Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
There are serious moments toward the end of the film, and the O. Henry twist is that they work better because the rest of the movie focuses on the hilarious interplay of the warped, mismatched characters, rather than getting bogged down by plot specifics.
Sitting down to watch Magic in the Moonlight, I’ve got my Woody Allen checklist ready: -Opening titles in white Windsor … More
Luc Besson’s Lucy is a movie so high off its own concept that stuff like internal logic and storytelling ends up in the backseat.
Everyone goes through a Led Zeppelin phase, right? I’m at least sure that every unpopular white boy does, and I’m pretty sure it usually occurs in that horrible, horrible gap between when you start to hit puberty and when you start filling out college applications.