Oh jeez. The fiancee has been padding the case files of female defendants (such as the aforementioned crack whore/saucer-eyed Cosby girl) with crimes that were actually committed by other people, so that they receive ridiculously long sentences. Apparently she does this because she's worried her future husband might…

I found the movie frustrating, too, because it focused on Michael, when I wanted to know more about Hanna. She did indeed come off as retarded— or, as people used to put it more genteelly, a "mental and moral coward." In the scene where she explains why she left the women to burn, Winslet acts up a storm, trying to…

I'm confused. A death march was definitely mentioned in the flick, though I can't remember if it was at the end of the war. Anyway,

I recently had a conversation with a woman in her early 30s, into pop culture, not Amish or anything, who had never heard of Mickey Rourke. I felt sure she must have heard of 9 1/2 Weeks at least, but no. Now I feel old and tired.

Don't people watch cheesy adaptations of A Tale of Two Cities anymore?

If you're referring to the spiel of "You are all perfect, just as you are…" it seemed sinister to me when Baltar was saying it, but having Ellen repeat it, and her being an overweening Dr. Frankenstein-type, just a bit— well, anyway, I don't think that validates the spiel. It just makes it even more sinister. Besides…

I would far rather have Shakespeare's description of a battle than some Michael Bay-type action sequence.

I think reviewers just get tired of writing, "It was another rom com/ lame sports comedy/ slasher/ vigilante drama/ inspirational urban dance movie/ J-horror remake, and like most of them, it sucked." It gets really boring. It's more interesting to become a connoisseur of shitty genres and analyze tiny differences…

My Man Godfrey was good.

It's new and improved shiny digital 3D, and you still use the glasses, but when they slip to the side you no longer see psychedelic red and blue swirls that make your head ache. Or so Wikipedia tells me. Still can't quite grasp how the new version is technically different from the old version, but apparently it is.

What about the X-Files episode "Pusher," about a guy who puts thoughts in other people's heads? That's what I thought of. According to the all-knowing IMDB, some of these kids are Pushers, some Scanners, some Jumpers (well, they call them something else, but whatever).

A remake of Wild in the Streets with a Mamet script? I'm there.

I wouldn't have minded. He's a great character, but he's run his course. I'm growing tired of his cycle of getting sloppy drunk and then picking himself up and kicking ass.

But the average fleet citizen doesn't know to what extent the rebel Cylons were complicit in the nuking of humanity… hell, I still don't know. They may have turned against their own, but they still took part in the genocide.

They did have a non-wise elder (Cavil) who tried to take a jaded adult view of the situation, but of course the Twos, Sixes and Eights had to have their adolescent rebellion. Not that they weren't right.

If you disregard the ridiculous tacked-on happy endings, the movie is pretty fucking depressing. (Hey, I saw it for free.) Basically, the message is that women's fate is to be rejected forever, unless they are Scarlett Johansson, in which case they may occasionally get to reject someone. If they're lucky enough to…

I fucking love the original. It doesn't always make sense, but it's beautifully shot, well acted and terrifying in places, despite using some cliches borrowed from J-horror. It's all about creepy sound effects and timing. (Also, in the DVD extras, watching the director address the criticism that it doesn't make sense…

You'd think that after Juno, "quaint" would be considered marketable, for better or worse.

I believe those lines from the movie/song are in the original novel, but can't recall who says them. Anyway, great book. Wasn't the movie featured in the inventory of Great Films Not Available on Region 1 DVD, or mentioned in the comments?

I review books and movies for a modest publication. Recently someone asked if I consider my job similar to "product testing" or a public service of sorts— steering people toward the good and away from the bad. This feature exemplifies why I don't.