I’m so thankful I moved in time to take in the indelible shot of Sandra Bullock floating in an embryonic state.
Reportedly, people have been living at the Highclere site for roughly 1,300 years.
This is a rogues gallery that runs the gamut from clingy patient to schizo serviceman.
Oscar loves a saint, but in the supporting categories at least, they love losers even more.
The film is a galumphing bacchanal of illusionist clutter that’s frequently unwieldy but rarely less than deeply felt.
With The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus, Terry Gilliam gets his Fellini freak on.
Even if people wanted to vote for a critics darling like Josh Brolin (Milk) in this category, to do so might seem akin to failing one of the Joker’s social experiments from The Dark Knight.
Collectors and franchise geeks will no doubt go batty for this two-disc set.
Now you see it, now you don’t. That about encapsulates the depths of feeling and artistry in The Dark Knight.
The film is a series of pertinent moral predicaments delivered via sleek procedural-genre circumstances.
Keith Uhlich appears on Blog Talk Radio to discuss this year’s Oscar nominations.
I’m Not There merely adds up to a series of colorful set pieces.
What ultimately emerges is a schizophrenic survey of the many ways in which Bob Dylan has (possibly) seen himself.
This expertly executed but hollow exercise in imaginative biography reveals next to nothing about Bob Dylan.
Look for a third DVD in eight months with a scratch-and-sniff case made out of Jack Twist’s denim shirt.
Heroin is bad and, if used for an extended period of time, will ruin your life.
The financial success of Brokeback Mountain undeniably represents a sea change in mainstream acceptance of homosexuality.
The film is so garishly colorful and cute that even rom-com neophytes will find its uninspired adherence to formula borderline-unbearable.
Strictly for little piggies with houses made of straw.
Loyal as Ang Lee’s film may be to the Annie Proulx short story, it doesn’t quite share its grit.