I have a so-so relationship with zombie movies. I like Shaun of the Dead, but am confounded when people like things like the Dawn of the Dead remake and the ubiquitous
I've never read a Robert Ludlum book. There were plenty of them sitting around my house growing up, as my dad was a big fan. Granted, the man, my dad, ruined his eyes as
Merde is French for "shit," right? Well, this movie bites in any language. As if watching a dubbed movie wasn't bad enough; I was forced to view this drek on a transcontinental
Star Wars is a tricky thing. It's so iconic and engrained in my memories of childhood that I am loath to say anything bad about it. Witness my somewhat lenient review of
Well, the title is intriguing, right? What's not intriguing is Campbell Scott's mustache. That thing is just plain creepy. The funny thing is, I can't ever see that guy
