Sightseers is the pleasant tale of a couple, Tina and Chris (Alice Lowe and Steve Oram, also the movie’s writers), who embark on a weeklong, romantic roadtrip across the English […]
Pootie Tang (’01), written and directed by then mostly unknown and now hugely beloved and respected Louis C.K., was widely ignored and/or despised when it came out. Here’s a sampling […]
Do you know who is really funny? John Landis, that’s who. I was lucky enough to watch Animal House—Landis’ first studio film—last night with the man himself in attendance. (Thank […]
Today, my friends, was a rough day. The Hound of Evil hurt her foot and so I had to take her to the vet. The vet installed her with a […]
I am not at all fond of 3-D movies. They don’t look more “real” to me. They don’t make me feel like I’m more immersed in the action. They tire […]
January is Hollywood’s morgue. They wheel in the corpses of movies they wish they’d never made, bloated and bleeding, limbs missing, faces unrecognizable, and hope nobody notices the stink. […]
Some things cannot be contained. Frequently, this is hilarious. I’m talking about the ego of the shameless actor/director. You know who I mean. The guy (and yes, it’s usually a […]
This week I was lucky enough to catch an early screening of Steven Soderbergh’s latest film, Side Effects. As regular readers will know, I’m a big fan of his. But going […]
The best decade of movies managed to last fifteen years, from ’67 to ’82. It was a decade-plus of grim realism, anti-heroes, dark endings, and plotless character studies that existed […]
When I first saw Being John Malkovich in ’99, I felt as though my brain had been violated in the same way Malkovich’s was in the movie. It was as […]
The best thing anyone ever said about the Oscars was said by George C. Scott, who put it thus: “The ceremonies are a two-hour meat parade, a public display with […]
You’re watching a movie and a character in it strikes a particular pose. Or maybe the way the camera frames the scene, or a few elements of the production design, […]
A young man. A tiger. A small lifeboat. As the premise for a film, it’s intriguing. One simply must wonder: just how full of tiger poop can this thing get before it sinks?
How does a group of filmmakers present something—a story, or an idea, or even just bald events—and let the audience find their own meaning in ambiguity?