“What a ride!” says Joel Siegal. “Totally Cool” responds Gene Shalit. It makes me want to throw up to say that they’re kind of right.
The most striking reference point for David Gordon Green’s Undertow is Charles Laughton’s The Night of the Hunter.
The Rock beats the shit out of everything but says “no” to drugs, and as such his core fan base may have a problem adding the film to their permanent collection.
Twisted is a thriller only a misogynist could love.
It looks great (thanks to Vilmos Zsigmond), but can hardly muster a single laugh.
She speaks Spanish. She can play the piano. She can negotiate an Olympic-sized swimming pool. Is there anything Dakota Fanning can’t do?
Soul Plane isn’t even good if you’re high, but Mo’Nique sure is funny: “Yeah, I got a whole lot of strength in the slap-a-bitch arm.”
Attempting to flip the stolid conventions of the overly abused romantic comedy genre is a noble gesture, but Little Black Book is proof positive that the path to hell is paved with good intentions.
This Hidalgo DVD scores a big zero in the features department, but wait ‘til you take a look at the image and sound quality.
Festival Express only delivers, at its best, a mild contact high.
Does Elmore Leonard sell the rights to his novels only after filmmakers agree to use the Isely Brothers’s “It’s Your Thing” on the soundtrack? Inquiring minds..