Just when it seems Jim Carrey is ready to reinvigorate his once again stalled career (that's what you get for associating yourself with a film that bombed my inbox for a month with the most asinine promotional campaign since that Applebees ad with the two… Continue reading →
I have seen the future of horror, and it is Joe Borowski's ERA. The Date of Dumb While we're in the midst of celebrating the Great Geek Summer of 1982, let's pause to remember which legendary picture earned the honor of debuting in the coveted July 4th slot… Continue reading →
If Hugh Jackman really "passed" on The Lovely Bones (and this does seem to be the case), then consider Ryan Gosling a major upgrade of a second choice. Don't take this as a slight against Jackman; he's a fine actor who just turned in the best performance of… Continue reading →
***SPOILERS TO FOLLOW!!! TRANS-VIRGINS SHALL NOT PASS!!!*** Michael Bay's giant fucking robots are here, and they are dead-set on destroying lots of property, so it's fortunate that, in anticipation of the edifice-toppling third-act tilt, they've landed in… Continue reading →
Michael Ondaatje, the Booker Prize winning author of The English Patient, is too obdurately non-linear in his storytelling to churn out a commercial adaptation of Hitchcock's silent non-classic The Lodger, but, given the project's pedigree, I'd rather see an… Continue reading →
Have you ever seen that Girls Town movie on MST3K featuring Mel Torme as a juvenile delinquent and Paul Anka cameoing as a choirboy who serenades a young harlot with the "Ave Maria"? I only ask because every time I hear the fucking "Ave Maria", I think of… Continue reading →
* Noted CHUD reader and Dodgers enthusiast Shia LaBeouf was dropping all kinds of hints at the Transformers junket about a project he was developing Steven Spielberg (or that Spielberg was developing for him whether he liked it or not – which would be kinda… Continue reading →
This is something like my third update regarding Guy Ritchie's RocknRolla, and I still have to reacquaint myself with the premise every time I write about it. Couple that with the fact that I never thought Ritchie was all that great to begin with, and you'll… Continue reading →
I was born by the river in a little tent. And just like that river, I've been running ever since. Captivity's Just Another Word for Nothin' Left to Shill If you gaze long into an abyss, I've a feeling the abyss will start to look an awful lot like Roland… Continue reading →
I might be straying into alarmist territory here, but is consenting to work with the director of Wild Hogs, a pair of Scientologists and Robin Williams (whose impressive/depressing five-film 2006 output remains wholly unseen by me) evidence of a death wish?… Continue reading →
It's not often that Variety‘s foreign box office recap moves me to tears, but this week's column pulverized me as if it were the final chapters of Great Expectations. Be prepared to have your heart ripped from your chest cavity and stomped on like it… Continue reading →
In 2001, Warners Brothers held a double screening of their upcoming summer movies A.I. and Cats & Dogs at the Steven J. Ross Theater on the Warners lot. They did this because the hype around A.I. had reached a fever pitch and they knew that the press would do… Continue reading →