Beautiful Darling has a sweet nostalgic sadness to it, like its subject, the former James Slattery who became a Warhol-Factory “Superstar.”

“No, not that one, Nana; the other one, with Sherlock.”

I would tell you that we’ve now reached the point in 31 Films In 31 Days when we pick our movies based on how short they are…

Most contemporary reviews of Croupier point to Clive Owen as the best — almost the only — thing about it, and he’s marvelous, but I disagree.

When a Wes Anderson movie is good, I don’t tend to have a whole lot to say about it.

I wanted to like August, Osage County more than I did — and I did like it fairly well, considering — because of Tracy Letts.

Selma is at its finest in the quietest moments, quiet enough to hear the hearts breaking.

A friend of mine once said that you don’t get over a death, the space it leaves. “It doesn’t go away; you just learn to decorate around it.”

Scott Speedman is made for horror heroism, isn’t he?

Couch Baron, Blankenship and I discussed the good, the bad, and the flighty about Birdman.