Rocky IV is basically an experimental film. It’s like 75-percent montage. Which is impressive in its own way. 

The famous scene where Paulie throws Adrian’s turkey in the alley originally had a followup scene.

Iggy is back, in hobo form!

My girlfriend is a wonderful woman. She’s smart, kind, hard working, and gives generously to her community. But she is also one of the approximately 5 people on this planet who are actually excited for this film, and for the life of me I cannot understand why or how someone so seemingly rational could feel that way.

I generally agree with you in theory, and yet I have to say that TLJ did give me - a fan since 1983, who saw all three on the big screen at that time -did give me that same sense of wonder and excitement. I didn’t expect it to, and I don’t expect Star Wars to ever do so again, but for those couple of hours, I guess I…

There was a time when this article would have just been a cast picture with a giant red NO on it. Sunrise, sunset...

If anything, the style of many commercials nowadays has been heavily inspired by Malick’s recent(ish) esthetic, not the other way around.

The usual definition of a martyr is someone who dies as a consequence of refusing to renounce their beliefs.  

Adam Sandler turned into John Turturro so slowly I barely  noticed.

Jumanji lacks replay value in The Next Level

Wait, who’s the one person who was difficult to work with? Dish! Dish!

Loved the bit about Orson Welles. Of course, at her age she might not have known everything that he was doing behind the scenes, but it definitely means something to hear her say he wasn’t running things while they were being filmed.

Her character in Meet me in St Louis is one of the most unhinged child characters in film, god bless it.

Yes, that film represented a MAJOR exploitation of, uh, a movie series about comedians goofing around with slime. It didn’t have the same honor and integrity of Ghostbusters II.

Pimp/Trick/Streetwalker Dissatisfaction.

“There probably wouldn’t have been a second date for the photogenic, Tinder-crossed lawless lovers of Melina Matsoukas’ debut feature, Queen & Slim, if the first one hadn’t . . . escalate[d] . . . into . . . 132 minutes . . . of . . . increasingly heated boning.”

Pimp Traumatic Stress Disorder.

I don’t agree.

“an inevitable return to the udder of a reliable cash cow”

“Might it occur to the writers, who it appears have spent too much time in southern California”