Criterion’s restoration of Lost in America is important for rightfully contextualizing the film as an American masterpiece.
Season three of Louie continued to tread some fantastic dimension where a half-hour television comedy is about real discovery.
From L.A. to Vegas to Thailand, the stops on our list boast some very memorable hotels, which vary in their abilities to accommodate, relax, and terrify.
The film is a predictably insufferable, self-congratulatory cash cow designed to be ingested and then happily discharged without a second thought.
Call off the dogs.
An eyesore on the big screen, Valentine's Day is now close to one on your TV. Go read The Sound and the Fury instead.
The film is about as personal and memorable as a seasonal card your significant other snatches up from a Duane Reade at the last minute.
Give me Speed Racer instead—hell, even Wicked Stepmother.
The film brings to mind a creaky, rusty theme park ride that one forbids their children from riding lest they contract tetanus.
In Chicken Little, the only thing that falls apart quicker than the sky is Foxy Loxy’s sexual identity.
A better name for Chicken Little might have been My First Spielberg Movie.
If the DVD cover is any indication, queens weren’t the only ones mortified by the Andrews/Raven duet in the film.
As long as Cosmo girls exist, so will films like Raising Helen.
The film gets the royal treatment on this two-disc DVD edition, which should appeal to queens and Marshall fans alike.
Royal Engagement is the prim and proper cousin to its comparatively anarchic predecessor.
The film exists in a fantasy New York City no one has ever seen before.
Ignore the G rating, Garry Marshall’s latest is about as inappropriate (and dishonest) as they come.