I take it back. All that stuff I said about enjoying the sight of vital organs being ripped out of living human beings? Well, I meant it at the time. And, as a rule of thumb, I'm still pretty into it. It's not like I went retarded overnight. But I'm really,… Continue reading →
Not since the heyday of Burton and Taylor (Richard and Elizabeth, not Tony and Dub) has Hollywood dared to team a pair of noted… how do I say this without getting sued for libel… bon vivants on a major motion picture. And I applaud Dreamworks' and… Continue reading →
There is something undeniably appealing about vital organs being ripped out of living human beings; while hearts are the real crowd pleasers (just ask the Mayans or my main man Mola to your right), the kidney, liver and spleen also look mighty fine when… Continue reading →
Even though it's probably a damning commentary on the psyche of America that audiences (or, at least, filmmakers) seem so eager to revisit the blockbusters of their youth with late-in-the-day sequels like Rocky Balboa, John Rambo and Indiana Jones 4, I still… Continue reading →
A few weeks ago, Variety reported that Venice Film Fest president Marco Mueller was in talks with Warner Brothers to land Robert Zemeckis's 3-D performance capture rendering of Beowulf . Well, they were full of shit. Actually, they weren't. Mueller really was… Continue reading →
There is no movie here. The Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer does many things most movies do in that it features a variety of characters striving to attain a variety of objectives, many of which are in direct opposition to one another. This is called… Continue reading →
The story of a man wrecking his life over an invention as ingenious and trivial as the intermittent windshield wiper is incredibly ripe for tragicomic satire, and that's why I wish a wit as sharp as Preston Sturges were still around to turn the odd life of… Continue reading →
I would never push a seventy-two-year-old woman down a flight of stairs without provocation. Marvel Prez Sez "No More Auteurs!" During yesterday's Iron Man set visit (I am embargoed, so please stow all questions), Kevin Feige, president of production for… Continue reading →
From Trois 3: The Escort to I'll Always Know What You Did Last Summer to Stomp the Yard, Sylvain White has, in his very young career, demonstrated that he will direct anything provided there's a steady paycheck in it – which makes him the Winston Zeddmore of… Continue reading →
One of the pluses of Stephen Sommers's Van Helsing underperforming a few years ago is that it kyboshed the director's attempt to single-handedly travesty Universal's "classic monsters" catalogue. Had he succeeded, we wouldn't have Mark Romanek's and Andrew… Continue reading →
What the hell happened to the African-American filmmaking renaissance? In the 1980s, there was Spike Lee, Charles Burnett, Wendell B. Harris Jr., Robert Townsend and Charles Lane. A few years later, Carl Franklin, The Hughes Brothers, Mario Van Peebles, John… Continue reading →