So, I wrote a review of Motherless Brooklyn back in 2007. Or so my janky website tells me. It could have actually happened years before, but I converted the site from a
It seems Hollywood is always looking for a return to some time in its past that they consider the golden age. For some I'm sure that involves male/female road movies with
I do love a crime drama. And there is no better backdrop for these types of stories than NYC. And Good Time takes full advantage of the chaos and dinginess of the city
Here was the ten-word pitch to the movie studio for this film: handsome actors in Big Sur house hug, snort and die. And that pretty much tells the story in a nutshell
There are so many what-the-fuck moments in this movie it's almost impossible to count. Not since, I don't know, Pulp Fiction, have I been so mesmerized by the bizarreness
There's this certain genre of blue collar caper movie that's out there that makes perfect sense in the pantheon of both tough guy character and caper movies as a whole
So Christopher Nolan existed before Memento. He existed before The Prestige. He even existed before his blockbuster Batman movies. Before watching Following, I had it
The first stumbling block here is the overly clumsy title. It's a book title, not a movie title. It doesn't roll off the tongue. It doesn't shorten to a nice concise two
Sometimes I'm actually willing to give a movie a break. Sometimes there's that certain something that strikes a nerve in me that makes me ignore plot holes, bad dialogue
Oh crap, where do I start with this one? I'm pre-disposed to hating club kids. The whole life of decadence thing just isn't my style. It makes me just want to slap the
What do you get when you mix an angry skinhead with cliched dialogue and a ridiculous plot that has no place in a 90's film? You get an overrated melodramatic film
