It seems like the big Oscar brawl is between Son of Saul, The Assassin and Phoenix.

It was *okay* at least. There was a little more thought put into it then most DTV actioners I've seen, mostly terrible dialogue aside.

Oh God, he did direct that pile of nothing. I watched all three hours of it and literally the only things I remember are Pitt getting hit by that car and the Dueling Banjos of bad American accents between Anthony Hopkins and Claire Forlani.

xXx is terrible.

Oh I love the comic, but that trailer was complete nonsense even as someone who read it.

Of course, who in a rare state of affairs is totally supportive of his daughter's dangerous life choices and doesn't have the cliché stink of daddy issues around their conversations.

"I think the best, most succinct and accurate way to sum up this film would be that if Rod Serling in the Twilight Zone's heyday decided to make a feature length movie, this would be it."

All of these sound like full-motion-video adventure games from the 90's.

Espinosa is a hack of the highest order, lord knows why they keep giving him big-boy budgets to fart out his glossy turds every couple years.

I know this is going to sound reductive, but does does Seconds work as an actual narrative film? Because every review made it sound like some semi-Lynch dreaming nightmare, and I'm hot-and-cold on that kind of filmmaking.

Child 44 made me angry because it aggressively refused to be about anything at all. It wanted to be a serial killer mystery, a political thriller, a dark romance and an exploration of Soviet Russia, but despite being 140 fucking minutes long Espinosa never let his movie actually be about any of those topics for too…

MY biggest WTF trailer will always be for Whiteout starring Kate Beckinsale.

That's what Mojave felt like. Monaghan threw his screenwriter table-scraps into one story and pretended it was a real movie.

Mona Champagne sounds like a Mr. Show parody of hardboiled lady detectives.

My recent gold standard for the uselessness of the Bechdel test is that Haywire fails it despite being the female James Bond movie we've all wanted for decades.

People who want something something strong independent women movies so progressive and brave.

Three Kings is even more maddening to me because it shows O Russell's real talents lie in entertaining, glossy. B-movies but he keeps making these bloated prestige pictures. He could honestly be the next Scott Frank or Martin Brest in making these muscular, fun-but-still-serious-action-thrillers that we get maybe once…

Abrams has a strong, distinctive visual style and sensibility. I'm not sure where his wore then Hilter reputation came from other then angry Trekkies.

Oh boy, I can't wait for the lunatics to come out of the woodwork and argue that Lucas is a better director then Abrams because "artistic intent" and other buzzwords they can use to ignore the actual quality of the films itself.

Chappie was rad, you shut your face about Hip-Hop Pinocchio.