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I’ll watch this. But it does kind of read as Guy Maddin fanfic. 

Tripp deserved the mockery. She was a conspiracy wacko–she sincerely thought the Clintons killed Vince Foster–who taped Lewinsky under the guise of friendship and without her consent to get evidence about him, without regard to Lewinsky’s concerns.

Despite what the shitty comedians did, I don’t think the general public was hating on Linda Tripp because she was old or fat or ugly. They hated her because she was a rat who pretended to be friends with a young woman and then destroyed that young woman’s life just to take failed shot at the president. She positively

“Things pick up with a Back To The Future-like twist, as Rey opens a pathway to the spirits of Life Day past. We are then thrown into a time-traveling adventure revisiting every key point in the Star Wars saga—all retold and rebuilt in the goofy Lego style”

This was the film that drove me to start smoking Death Sticks.

Calling Kershner a “hack” is a bit unfair. “Workhorse,” definitely. It was a generational thing in Hollywood, maybe, the idea that being a “pro” was an identifiably distinct category from being an “artist,” but that the former had its own distinct validity. Kershner’s more like the Michael Curtiz of the 1970s and 80s.

This is an excellent impression of a crazy person.
4 stars.

No, in fact she loved the movie and celebrated it as one of the great works of American pop culture. Her book was just part of a sincere, if overly strident and somewhat misguided crusade against the prevailing notion of the auteur director (much as Welles hated and railed against the popular image of the auteur

Shirley Jackson’s “The Haunting of Hill House”. Things are just ever so slightly wrong at every turn. It lets you know that it’s going to creep up on you, then pulls the rug out from under you all the same. You know some kind of terror is coming, but when it comes it’s so much stranger and inexplicable than you

If you’re talking genuine fear it was Henry James ‘The Turn of The Screw’. I was alone in my apt. reading the book in bed late at night. Just at the moment when the heroine gets up from her bed, goes into the dark hallway and first glimpses the ghost at the bottom of the stairs BAM! All the lights went out in the

Now you’re making me want a game that really dives deep into the idea of developing and running a spy network.

It was fine. Well made and well acted but also somewhat hurried and shallow. There’s a great David Lean style epic film here that focuses at a greater length about the protests and riots in Chicago outside of the convention plus the court case but all we really get here is a light movie about the Chicago 7 getting

I enjoyed the movie slightly more than Dowd — I think the A level performances raised the overall end product to a B- — but agreed with the overall assessment: a barely above average (which still equals good) retelling from an overtly centrist perspective. Sorkin and I are close in age, and it struck me how much this

As usual, these numbers are useless without some perspective.

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It’s funny how much Spielberg strangles the story to head in the direction of San Diego so he can do what clearly really interests him (doing a Godzilla riff), and then when he gets there he almost immediately loses interest in it. You can kinda feel him having an identity crisis about doing big violent blockbusters -

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When two incandescent stars give it their all, you get scenes like

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The one instance I really liked of Nolan’s repurposing of bits of Chicago for his Gotham City was in Batman Begins when the Chicago River drawbridges are pulled up to quarantine “The Narrows” area from the rest of Gotham. Otherwise, yeah, while it was fun to see recognizable locations, it kept Gotham from having its

It’s kind of weird how the two Burton movies are still, to this day, the only two live action movies that present Gotham as a fictional city with its own unique history and architecture. Schumacher’s Gotham is totally incoherent, with no sense of geography or style beyond putting neon lights on everything. But Nolan