Bomb the System captures the addictive, renegade spirit of urban graffiti writing even as it falters in its attempts to legitimize the illegal activity.
In his TV commercials, Buck declares “I’ve got balls,” but the same unfortunately can’t be said about the film.
The film is a powerful wake-up call about the global problem of child labor.
Don’t be surprised to spend the majority of the film checking your watch.
Crash explores, via interlocking stories, the cultural, racial, and spiritual isolation of Los Angelinos.
Double Dare sheds light on heretofore-unsung women toiling away in a male-dominated segment of the entertainment industry.
Kingdom of Heaven ultimately turns out to be a film about holiness beset by a pedestrian spirit.
A very good film reconstructed into a classic, Fuller’s WWII epic is not to be missed.
Don’t miss the unrated puppet sex scene. It’s the shit!
Hollywood’s hegemony now stretches to mainstream Russian cinema.
It perceptively details the niceties and nastiness of friendship, romance, and sexual affairs.
Despite its title, XXX: State of the Union is neither pornographic nor political.
It endures as one of the finest Flynn-de Havilland collaborations, providing a grand stage for the duo’s playful, poignant rapport.
If Custer’s beyond-the-grave wish was to protect the Native Americans from corporate cretins, then I’m Errol Flynn.
Cinematic happy endings are enjoyable so long as they’re earned.
To borrow one of its character’s put-downs, King’s Ransom is a film “dipped in stupid.”
Strictly for cock-juggling thundercunts and the people who love them.
National Treasure knows how to keep things moving but I was more entranced by the DVD’s interactive menus.
Errol Flynn’s wicked, wicked charm helps keep this high seas adventure afloat.
Shiver me timbers, that Errol Flynn’s got some pretty hair for a pirate.