Beware Of Mr. Baker: On The Invention Of The Rock Drummer
In which Ginger Baker, the original madman drummer, is exhumed for our examination. So to speak.
In which Ginger Baker, the original madman drummer, is exhumed for our examination. So to speak.
The apes return, and I’m sad to report that it’s less than it’s cracked up to be.
The first plague is tornadoes. The second is digital hail. The third is running. Fourth is exploding seagulls and fifth is xenomorphs.
One needn’t go very far out on a limb to say that Back To The Future is a fun movie. You could say it without so much as climbing a tree in the first place.
You can’t change the course of teen culture. All you can do is survive — and pick your friends more carefully.
Do you like it too? Or do you think you might want to like it? Come on inside and we’ll have a nice chat about it.
Rise of The Planet of The Apes is the best Apes movie since Beneath, if not the original. It does what I wish so many other summer movies would do: tell a straightforward story in a brisk 90 minutes centered on a character you care about.
All the better to void myself in front of you, my dear.
Snowpiercer’s failing is that it’s simultaneously overwritten and underwritten. It’s a blatant political allegory whose obvious points are muddled and vague. If you can imagine such a thing. And yet…
Are you smarter than an Autobot? Prove it, sucker.
Mick looks angry, Keith looks like he’s come to fix the sink, Wood is just joshing, Wyman resembles a cardboard stand-up, and Watts like he’s running sums in his head.
In which a documentary narrated by a number of loons describing their pet theories on what Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining is really about is given some thought.
As far as depicting a world gone completely tits up goes, you’d be hard pressed to top the work of Australians.
To call Tim Burton’s ’01 “re-imagining” of Planet of The Apes aggressively awful would be to do it a kindness. I fear no assemblage of words will do the wretchedness of this movie justice. Give a single monkey a single typewriter, a deadline, and a bottle of bourbon, he’d write a movie better than this one.