Avengers: Age of Ultron, In Which No Shawarma Is Eaten
The sequel to The Avengers is otherwise much like its predecessor: kinda witty and fun, kinda boring and explodey.
The sequel to The Avengers is otherwise much like its predecessor: kinda witty and fun, kinda boring and explodey.
Are all talk show hosts mentally unstable narcissists? This one is.
A world of large spoons, brain cubes, nefarious balloons, and a doomed future in the bleak and abstract outernet. Fun!
A science fiction threesome between a sexy robot, a mad genius, and a youthful innocent.
It’s time for San Francisco’s big ol’ international film festival. I’ve seen a few, and am intrigued by a few more.
In which humans are given yet another lesson on why allowing superintelligent computers to take over the world is a bad idea. Will we never learn?
Andy Summers tells tales of life in The Police.
Need a movie not to watch? Look no further! The Stuff is gloopy, delicious, and very, very bad for you.
It all began a long, long time ago, in a movie so fast, so furious, you’ll forget you ever saw it.
A movie that makes you vaguely uncomfortable with absolutely everything.
Forget about grizzlies, piranha, squids, orcas, and giant ants. Nothing is more terrifying than Satan’s Lincoln Continental.
Kill me as many times as it takes to prevent me from having watched this flick.
Go for the amazing photography on display. Stay for the amazing photography on display.
A new indie coming of age film you would be unwise to dismiss as merely about sex and teenagers and monsters.