Winter Kills, In Which A Forgotten Bomb Is Unearthed—And Blows Up In My Face
There is wisdom in that old adage, let sleeping bombs lie. Alas, I keep on ignoring it.
There is wisdom in that old adage, let sleeping bombs lie. Alas, I keep on ignoring it.
In this, its 15th iteration, Noir City shifts from showing obscure and long-lost noirs in order to focus on all sorts of heist films — many of them more modern but no less obscure.
Or, how to make a pretty durn good, yet pretty durn unoriginal Texas shoot-em-up flick.
Let us just say that Bad Company is not a film of white-hatted heroes riding off into the sunset. It is a film about the lousy lot who’ll remain by your side, regardless of how rotten you are down deep.
An unusual case study of two movies based on the same book, each trying to be faithful in its own way.