Walt Disney wants us to grab a handful of quarters and walk back into the arcade. Unfortunately, the game it wants us to play isn’t nearly as cool as all the other games in the joint.
The week is filled with a lot of cinematic goodness, but a lot of it comes as required reading.
Andrew has nothing to say, Mamo say things quickly, and Alex says “Ryan will like this”
When will we finally put the story books back on the shelf?
Congratulations gang: I think you’ve finally given me a taste for macabre cinema. Allow me to wrap-up the month of horror.
Considering how well I thought I knew Whale’s adaptation of Shelly’s gothic tale, it’s amazing that I was moved as deeply as I was.
I got my pick of the litter this year – Next year I’m at the mercy of you fine folks.
Some wonderful performances take a film that seems slight on the surface, and sends it to a very warm and honest place.
Ridley, Wilder, and The Wachowskis made for a great week of wathing. Then CANDYMAN had to come along and wreck it all.
An audacious new film poses the theory that our lives are not our own: That we are bound to others – past and present. Can it make its case with grace? Or miss the mark from excess?
Row Three Goes to Flyway, Mind Reels goes to After Dark, Ruth comes back from TCFF, and everyone’s favorite Kiwi turns three.
It should be about more than A’s, F’s, Ones, Fours, Fresh and Rotten