Utterly inelegant, charmingly energetic, Killing Jimmy Hoffa crams a lot into 79 minutes.

Love.

“We all want to think that we live in a better world than we do.”

I watch many many documentaries, so I think a lot about the relationship between form and function, build and subject.

The Theory Of Everything is too much “everything,” not enough “theory.”

Me, several times while watching Burn After Reading: “Wait, what? …Oh, who cares.”

Clockers never quite got going for me.

What is it about gambling-related B movies with the word “runner” in the title? Why can’t they suck less?

Couch Baron and I planned to do a dialogue-style review of Bad Girls, but then CB fell asleep.

Or, “The Amour Fou-to Between Jackie O And The Godfather Of American Paparazzi.”