Le Mans: All Action and No Story
If Steve McQueen racing around in a 1968 Ford Mustang in Bullit’s single chase scene is great, then a whole film built around McQueen, fast cars, and racing should be mind-blowingly awesome, right? Right?
If Steve McQueen racing around in a 1968 Ford Mustang in Bullit’s single chase scene is great, then a whole film built around McQueen, fast cars, and racing should be mind-blowingly awesome, right? Right?
How great is Muhammad Ali? Let him tell you…
Who is he? Where does he come from? And, most critically, how does he keep his hair so damned fluffy under his helmet?
It is, after all, a film about a flatulent corpse. And probably the best one you’ll see all year.
This is the worst film I will never be able to forget seeing.
An epic adventure of 1920s warfare you will be forgiven for sleeping through.
An animated talking dogs movie you will suffer nightmares from for the rest of your life.
Watching you squirm uncontrollably is the point. If tickling alone won’t do it, I’m sure they’ll think of something else.
I can’t wait for Brexit: the Movie. Everyone loves a disaster flick.
A Zappa concert and a Zappa documentary. Two movies worth your time and attention.
Is it truly beautiful or is its beauty manufactured?
It is likely that someone told you that Brooklyn was a good movie. If not, please allow me to.
A feel-good cop-drama symposium on race relations? Sounds like a Disney movie.
In which we find it’s best not to know.