It’s rare to see a Panther game at the top of an episode, and perhaps rarer still for one to take up so little screen time.
About three months ago, my digital camera conked out, and I still haven’t replaced it. In the apparently endless interim, I’ve taken to buying disposable cameras.
After a brief resurgence in energy and fun last week, Heroes’s second season takes a real dive with its fifth episode.
To call Van Sant’s seminal film trashy or backward—or simply a “time capsule”—is to ignore the insights into gay life it still holds today.
The divisive Landry-Tyra plotline recedes into the background for a week as the Panthers take to the gridiron at last for their first game of the 2007 season.
This week’s cautionary tale falls short in spite of its interesting themes and compelling execution.
It is fitting that she sings a blues number, for Bleek Gilliam has had plenty of reasons to have the blues.
Watching Anton Corbijn’s sumptuously shot Control, the wisdom of Werner Herzog filled my head.
Mad Men ends its first season on one hell of a high note, with what is probably the series’s most Sopranos-esque episode yet.
Perhaps solo Pollock can gain the fame that the Delgados never got. She deserves it.
It’s easy to see why so many are impressed by Cristian Mungiu’s much-lauded Cannes prizewinner.
The episode’s weakest material concerned the Bennett family, still stuck in suburbia.
The jokes build and resound like a good, honest fright.
Kennedy and Nixon, in the context of this episode, represent dueling visions of America that have been dividing our country for more than 200 years.
With the sixth episode of its debut season, Torchwood’s identity crisis continues.
The close-up is Cassavetes’s shot of choice in his two-hour exploratory critique of the American idle rich.
The Tyra/Landry scenes, I’m pleased to report, are about as good as they could be.
What ultimately emerges is a schizophrenic survey of the many ways in which Bob Dylan has (possibly) seen himself.
Let us consider Tarantino’s upbringing for a bit.
When one thinks of parody, one might immediately think of blitzkrieg spoofs like the Mel Brooks movie satires.