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I love, love, LOVE the first movie, and this one isn’t as good — it takes too long to get going, the set pieces at the beginning go on too long, some of the in-jokes …
Hee. Hee hee. Hee. HAAAAA HA HA HA! It’s not a bad movie, but the ending should be creepy, and instead, it’s just funny, for two reasons: 1) Cliff Robertson’s hair. Hee. Hee hee; and …
This is the third Bette Davis movie I’ve had home from Netflix for over a month before watching, and I don’t know why I do that — she’s always so awesome and fun to watch, …
I’d expected more; it’s not really 100 minutes’ worth of movie. Grant and Bergman both look lovely (and had a few of the hottest kisses I’ve seen on film), but I think it’s a little …
Okay, “hee” is probably not the visceral response Murnau was going for. Alas: “hee.” Of course I see why it’s a seminal film, but there’s just not much point in watching it unless you’re in …
People don’t talk like this, but I didn’t mind it; I liked that it was different, just a daisy chain of vignettes, even if a few of them kind of just sat there (Glenn Close’s, …
She had Alain Delon’s love child, got him hooked on heroin, and the best you can do is 67 minutes of sophomoric montage techniques while Jackson Browne blathers on about…whatever it is people who have …
Two-dimensional, kind of, like the Young Guns movies — but those were diverting and fun, in their way. This isn’t very good, yet it has a certain pep in spite of the hilarious beard trying …
I liked it, but I love Rushmore, and this felt…not derivative of Rushmore, quite, but very similar to it, and without its charm and depth. A lot of it seemed like eccentricities for their own …
I enjoyed it, but found it more depressing than the movie probably intended. And I wish movies had been made about the cross-dressing soccer girl and about Ingemar’s brother, too. It’s sweet, and well worth …