It’s not bad, but it felt like a lot got glossed over, like they had to rush to fit everything in, and all of a sudden he’s dead and it’s like, whoa, how’d we get …

If I ever have to get a divorce from Sam Rockwell, Robbie Robertson is my next husband. Oh, shut up. He had really good rock and roll hair, okay? Plus, if he can play that …

I watched the bulk of it weeks ago, but then my TiVo spazzed and cut off the last ten minutes, so I had to order it in from Netflix, and as I suspected, I didn’t …

The whole love-story element between Deneuve and Depardieu really seems to come out of nowhere; show, don’t tell, Truffaut. But the rest of the movie is very compelling and so lovely just to look at. …

It’s for work, which allowed me to watch it with less hatred than I might have felt otherwise, but my Lord, what a paint-by-numbers bore. Joaquin is good, and Jacinda Barrett is surprisingly okay, but…oh, …

I’d never seen the 1933 version, and honestly, I can’t tell you to bother; if you do, feel free to skip parts, because at an hour and 45 minutes, it’s just too long, and you’re …

Blech. Confusing, dull, and overly PC. Edward Norton’s character is kind of interesting, but once he dies, snoozerama. (9/8/06)

A documentary about the shooting deaths of two Puerto Rican teenagers in the Bronx, and how the cops probably weren’t justified.It’s a little thin, but worth watching for the part where one kid’s mother totally …

Oliver Stone frequently drives me nuts, but he’s a technical master, and I enjoyed JFK — even at the endurance-testing director’s-cut length of 206 minutes. Okay, the closing arguments sequence at the end felt far …

It’s fine. It’s not that good, but it’s fine. It is, however, too long, and the character “development” we see towards the end doesn’t make sense, at all; it’s all told to us instead of …