Preferential classification in the arts, based on arbitrary choice or empirical study, has a tendency to beget among the chattering classes some sort of mass hysteria.
Slaves to money and then we die, indeed.
So, this is going to get very disgusting very soon, and it’s not for the squeamish.
I have to make a screening so this has to be a short one. Insert acknowledgement of the double entendre.
If you’re like me, you enjoy that hearty, full-bodied, elemental component of language that is the swear word.
The unique thing about the festival is that no one is trying to sell their movie.
The Survivors is not simply a showcase for Robin Williams’ wacky antics.
Hollywood’s infatuation with sombre reinventions continues in Ridley Scott’s depressingly dull Robin Hood.
Let us delve into the depths of the man’s work, let us explore his psyche, let us find out what makes him tick.
Tomorrow, I meet a camp Indian cowboy, two Aboriginal car thieves, a lonely girl impregnated by her own father, and a bunch of undead Nazis.
The cardinal sin of reviewing a film must be criticizing it for omissions it never cared about including in the first place.
James Cameron outdoes himself by creating a numinous and oneiric universe.
This is probably one of the busiest blockbusters I have seen in a while.
Life might very well lack purpose, and it might very well be a struggle, but that doesn’t mean you have to be an asshole about it.
I think it was Lester Bangs who said listening to Pink Floyd is like wrestling with shit.