Disney’s stable of animated princesses are a very big deal, both financially and culturally. Trust me, as the father of a 4-year-old girl, I consider myself as an expert on the subject.
Look, after six movies in the “Harry Potter” series you are either fully invested and are eager to see this thing through to the bitter end or you stopped caring so long ago that the only harry potter you know is the bearded dude down the street with the kiln.
Director Tony Scott is essentially a high-class version of Michael Bay. Now I’m fully aware that this backhanded compliment is akin to calling someone the prettiest girl at the dance when the only other girl to show up has a peg-leg, halitosis and a rocking case of the mange.
Will you be my friend? This sentiment is simple enough, but it also serves as the driving force behind Facebook, one of the most successful internet companies ever.
After walking out of the theater following the screening for the documentary “Catfish” I almost immediately heard another critic say, “There’s no way that was real.” This movie has stirred up a lot of buzz by having an ending that is a bit too-good-to be-true, accompanied by a marketing campaign that begs you to keep…
By Mat DeKinder Even at its most nostalgic, high school was a pretty brutal place. It’s a setting where rumors and reputation and trump little things like “facts” and “moral integrity.” Essentially they are publicly funded hells on earth for wallflowers and outcasts. “Easy A” is a charming little movie that is able to mine…
“The Town” is not to be missed and is such a powerful film that it is likely to wash all of Affleck’s previous cinematic sins away. OK, so maybe not “Pearl Harbor,” but I think we can let everything else slide.
Oh, no. Not again. Paul W.S. Anderson must die.
Guns! Explosions! Nudity! Social commentary about the flaws in the immigration system and the complex political realities that result for a disenfranchised segment of the American population! Motorcycles! “Machete” has it all.
George Clooney’s new movie is cleverly titled “The American,” most likely to point out the fact that Clooney is the only thing even remotely American about this film. From location to style to a cast list that reads like a World Cup roster, this flick is European through and through.