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It’s not as out-and-out meanly funny as Best In Show, and Guest maybe might have leaned on a couple of the gags a little too hard, but my stomach still hurt from laughing afterward. Fred …
I didn’t see the last five minutes (Netflix sent me a dicked-up disc), but I liked what I did see; it’s a little too long, but the number of different ways Farina comes up with …
I could find about a hundred things to nitpick here, having gone to girls’ school and gathered reams of firsthand anthropological data on “girl world” sort of against my will, but the fact is that …
I really really liked this movie. Catalina Sandino Moreno is just wonderful in it, perfectly cast, and the scenes when she’s “downloading,” and then the entire flight sequence, had me holding my breath. It could …
For its time, it’s very good — a bit melodramatic in parts, but it keeps the Reefer Madness propaganda-type lines to a minimum. The best part, really, is the Zosch subplot; Eleanor Parker is excellent, …
Nice little movie, lovely to look at, and typical of the Coens in that you don’t know for sure what to take from it, but you don’t mind that much. Thornton is excellent; the writing …
You have to feel sorry for a director who’s trying to make a kidnapped-child picture when the child cast as the kidnappee is horrendously irritating, because the audience is not going to understand why the …
The last sequence felt a little preachy to me, but the rest of it is brilliant. It’s unapologetically over the top; leave it to French film to come up with a mockumentary about a serial …
Oh my God, where to begin. Let’s start with gay bars of the early eighties, in which apparently a gi-gan-tic soup-strainer ‘stache was required for entry. Which is awesome. And actually, the movie’s whole approach …
I love Holofcener’s Walking & Talking so much; this movie, not as much. It’s good, but slight: Blethyn’s character felt underdeveloped; certain tangents that looked interesting weren’t followed up; it seemed like a series of …