You won’t find original programming on Logo this attuned to the best and worst attributes of the gay community.
There’s a striking candor to Alexis Dos Santos’s artful doodle.
The Art of Crying is a failure, mostly for its desperate sense of trying.
Director Kim Massee’s Cowboy Angels is a road movie without a context.
Two Weeks is essentially a how-to-die cine-manual for the illiterate.
This is a complete list of our predicted winners at the 2007 Academy Awards.
Anyone who has followed this year’s Oscar race for Best Picture knows that the stats above are not meant as a joke.
Holy fuckalukadingdong, stoners, Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny makes a very attractive premiere on DVD.
Because Oscar history tells us that the winner of this award aligns often with the winner of the top prize, we were hoping for ACE to shed some light on what may be the tightest best picture race ever.
Not to be crass, but Linda Hattendorf needed 9/11.
There isn’t a single short I can recommend in this category without some reservation.
At least for the last few years, the voters in this category have shunned instant gratification and gone with more impressionable rewards.
The disc’s image quality is so reprehensible it makes it impossible to enjoy Catherine O’Hara’s great performance.
It would seem that this year’s cinematography nominees were picked by aliens.
This first feature by Michael Tully aims for Half Nelson’s salient understanding of the strange, almost seductive allure of drug addiction.
Bridge to Terabithia is a film most children should see, but it’s so dully aestheticized they may not care to.
Sue Kramer’s Gray Matters is as unhinged as its characters.
The best thing that can be said about Breach is that it isn’t directed by Tony Scott.
This category makes me sad for what it exposes about the way Academy Award winners are made and potentially set up for embarrassing falls.
Let the critics eat cake.