Sin City.

This movie may mark the first time in years that Bruce Willis has played a character that’s anywhere near his actual age.


There’s nothing like an overdose of saccharine kitsch to knock a guy out of a too-good mood.

My Own Private Portland.

The Portland of My Own Private Idaho is the PDX of fifteen years ago.


Steamboy isn’t really about narrative, it’s about technology. (Or perhaps “SCIENCE!”; shout it in your best Thomas Dolby voice.)


I don’t know why it took me so long, but I finally figured out why I find Alfred Hitchcock’s movies so off-putting: they kinda suck.

The only non-live-blogged Oscars report on the Internet.

One of the best moments of the evening was songwriter Jorge Drexler walking up to the stage and actually genuflecting to Prince before singing his acceptance.

Oscar-nominated animated short films.

Watching the animated shorts online mostly makes me pine for a DVD or theater showing; streaming video is a horrible way to watch, well, anything really, but it’s particularly bad for watching animation, where you just know that you’re missing out on all kinds of details.

The Last Tycoon.

What The Last Tycoon shows you is not just how Hollywood works as an industry, but how cinema works as a form.

Shrek 2: Darmok and Jalad at Tenagra?

For every allusion that signifies, there’s one that makes no sense at all.

Gaming movies like it’s 1999.

Beyond such classics as The Blair Witch Project and Independence Day, there are scads of 90s films out there, just waiting to be remediated into hit games.