The soundtrack co-opts the musical filigrees of the jazz age and the cultural vitality of both hip-hop and house into an acid bath of EDM with all the panache of an energy drinktini.
It isn’t so much “Shake Your Love” as it is Shakespeare…translated into alien biometric rhythms tapping out iambic pentameter.
As Dorothy Zbornak demanded, “Maestro, how about something with a little octane?”
The 20/20 Experience is all impeccable tailoring with little lining inside.
Get your motors running. Death moves at 24 frames per second.
The social condition that ended La Chienne also ignites Renoir’s uproarious social satire.
Though sans bonus features, the playful macho burlesque of Dick Tracy still strikes a pose.
Ann Miller may have scraped off her share of dog shit in Mulholland Drive, but none stuck quite so magnificently as Easter Parade.
Despite the hysteria, it may not be appropriate yet to call a time of death on the decades and decades’ worth of precedent that will be shattered when Argo wins Best Picture.
It’s at this point we had to ask ourselves, “Is Argo really going to end up a two-Oscar Best Picture winner?”
On his tight self-titled opus, Lidell insists on redeeming that which he would say doesn’t need saving in the first place.
More than in any of the other categories it’s nominated in, the unreal fall from grace suffered by Zero Dark Thirty will be particularly palpable when it inevitably loses here.
The film tackles the perpetually diminishing rights of the proletariat, and whether human dignity itself is its own reward.
Every time I consider this category, the voice of The Chipmunk Adventure’s Miss Miller pops into my head, singing, “C’mon a my house, my house a c’mon.”
Imitations, bastardizations, and endless co-opting of its surface style can’t dilute the supremely bitter rinse of Cabaret’s horrors.
All right, all right, all right. We should’ve known.
Kelly Clarkson’s “Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You)” pounds its message of survivalism with nothing resembling nuance, but also nothing resembling fragility.
No single element of no single film in recent memory has more shamelessly been invented for the purpose of snaring just one more Oscar nod than “Suddenly.”
Craven’s deep-seated ambivalence with his own religious upbringing sometimes sparks the rote Jesus freakery of Deadly Blessing to life.
The email paper trail this year’s live-action short category has left in its wake has litigation written all over it, but our expert panel [sic] managed to agree on at least a few things.