What better way to celebrate Hallows’ Eve than to return to treacherous terrain that’s bedeviled (hehe) Write All Nite since its inception: the horror genre.
By this point, you probably know whether you’re a fan of Rowan Atkinson’s shtick.
Either you’re a movie star, or you’re not.
The latest in a recent string of cinematic explorations regarding the relationship between the police and the policed comes from an unlikely source: Denmark.
Blaze is most interesting, perhaps ONLY interesting, when contextualized within Ethan Hawke’s topsy-turvy career.
Hale County This Morning, This Evening is a documentary version of experiential cinema.
Venom might as well have been titled Tom Hardy, because he’s basically the only reason to see it.
If Nicolas Cage had the focus and discipline to sit down and write a screenplay, then to get off his ass to direct it, AND THEN was given the free artistic reign of final cut, with no oversight to tame and restrain his overindulgent tendencies, Mandy would be the result.
It’s impossible to eulogize an artist whose work you’re largely unfamiliar with.
Since I’m not a fan of the ‘80s nostalgia wave contaminating conquering screens the world over right now, the latest installment in the Predator franchise — dubbed THE Predator (DUN DUN DUN!!!) — didn’t particularly appeal to me on its chrome face.