Second rate schlock. I know it's almost not fair saying this about a film created by one of our best living directors, but in this case I gotta call a spade a spade. It's
This one has been on my list for quite a while now, but for some reason it has eluded me while other complete pieces of shit have burned themselves into my retinas. Why
I can't say I was overly excited to watch this film the night I snatched it off of the video store shelf--despite it winning all those fancy film festival awards. After
I kind of had an idea that I wouldn't love this movie. I kinda knew all of the hype surrounding Jamie Foxx (who, by the way, sports the name of what sounds like a porn
Charlie Kaufman is the most creative screenwriter around. He's like Philip K. Dick without the drug addiction and odd juvenile streak. Granted, Dick was a book author
How does this crap get made? Better yet, why do people agree to star in them? Paltrow won a damn Oscar. Ruffalo has a burgeoning career. Myers is... well, Myers is another
