The Drowning Pool Flounders in the Deep End
The Drowning Pool has a lot going for it, but these elements just don’t float.
The Drowning Pool has a lot going for it, but these elements just don’t float.
The film is like a wistful fruit, pulverized down to pulp so you can swallow deep and let the juice stain your lips
Newest addition to Disney’s growing list of Stand-Alone Star Wars films to star Jar Jar Binks and the Ewoks in a story connecting the two trilogies.
They say drama is easy; that it’s comedy that’s hard. I think, to take it a step further, that it’s comedy disguised as drama that’s the hardest.
Let’s get small.
Donald Rumsfeld may be the most impressive weasel in history, a mighty distinction indeed.
Walter Hill’s eye-opening 1979 documentary, The Warriors, gave many Americans their first glimpse of the real New York.
In which the series 8 opener is found to be, sad to say, all too reminiscent of the mess that was series 7, despite the appearance of a promising new Doctor.
David Chase, never left alone since he blacked out The Sopranos, says something, says something else, and is for the most part completely misunderstood.
This one goes out to the one I left behind. Another prop has occupied my time. This one goes out to the one I love.
The story is right there! Don’t over think it. It is a sequel. Sequels should be simple, stupid!
In which thoughts on director Alan J. Pakula and cinematographer Gordon Willis’s paranoid ’70s trilogy are thunk.
A childhood favorite I should have left alone.
Let’s pretend Little Red Riding Hood was born today and her mom was Courtney Love.