My Top Five Top Five
In which I try to let everything in my head free and, also, talk about this Chris Rock movie.
In which I try to let everything in my head free and, also, talk about this Chris Rock movie.
If there is one thing the history of evolution has taught us it’s that information will not be contained. Knowledge breaks free, it expands to new territories and crashes through barriers, painfully, maybe even dangerously, but, uh… well, there it is.
The by-the-numbers Oscar-bait bio-pic about the code-cracking father of the modern computer, Alan Turing, is exactly what you think it is.
Paul Thomas Anderson adapts the Thomas Pynchon novel, and the result is as odd as you’d think. But is it good?
The practice of law sure ain’t pretty. This is one deeply twisted movie no one comes out of with clean hands.
The last shot of Short Cuts is of four people in clown makeup, smeared from a night of drinking and hot-tubbing, sucking on lemon slices and laughing. It’s the whole movie summed up in a single image.
There’s what a film appears to be and what a film is, and seldom the twain shall meet, alone, at night, in Iran, with a vampire.
‘Out of his head’ is a good phrase for Vive la Muerte.
It took me awhile, but I’ve now seen Legend. Will I ever unsee it?
Cronenberg tells a passionate, tragic love story. With a giant fly monster. And everybody loves it.
In this strangely theatrical movie from the ’70s, Richard Dreyfuss shoots porn in the ’30s.
It’s a Marvel movie. Stuff goes whiz and things go bang. Leave your brain at the door. And then slam that door on your brain for two hours.
A film noir, a horror movie, a satire, this movie’s got all kinds of things going for it. See it before it disappears.
This film may prematurely age you, through the power of special cinematic relativity.