Look at how much sex there was in ancient Rome! And how much violence!
The Oscar nominations were announced this morning by AMPAS president Sid Ganis and actress Salma Hayek.
Tom Tykwer’s film is a that rarity of rarities: a genuinely deviant work of art.
That the film maintains a tone of sickly whimsy throughout tells you all you need to know about the seriousness of the enterprise.
The season’s most ambitious gambit is its attempt to get the viewers to shift their loyalties, ever so briefly, to the side of the Cylons.
The football movie is such a tight-assed genre that it makes the western and the gangster picture seem flexible in comparison.
Time is relevant, yes?
In terms of French cinema, Claire Denis is the synthesis of Bazinian realism and the cinema du look.
Barbara Stanwyck needed only a look to inform you of her characters’ less than noble intentions.
This film left me with a heavy heart and a wide smile.
The litmus test for macho actors and characters in Badass movies is to imagine the badass in question sitting in on a Scared Straight session without peeing his pants.
This isn’t Oscar time. It’s Ed time. Edward Copeland, that is.
The first four hours of 24’s sixth season premiere misplace what makes the series so effective.
Looking at the poster for Venus, one could be forgiven for thinking that the end was near.
Bullshit.
Instead of a reality and a fantasy that intertwine and comment on each other, we have two fantasies that are like ships that pass in the night.
To say that Charlotte’s Web doesn’t dishonor its source sounds like a backhanded compliment, but it’s actually the highest praise.
The problem with Children of Men is that it’s too much of a performance and not enough of a movie.
The idea that Rose’s travels with the Doctor in some bizarre way brought her family back together is potent stuff.
Rocky Balboa traffics in humility, vulnerability, and smallness.