The first three Indiana Jones movies comprise one of the finest trilogies in cinematic history, but there’s no particular reason they had to stop at three.
The first three Indiana Jones movies comprise one of the finest trilogies in cinematic history, but there’s no particular reason they had to stop at three.
Theatrically-released raunchy comedies are becoming an endangered species.
Here we have the perfect specimen of an Illumination production.
Before I address the problems that constitute the majority of Dear Evan Hansen, I should acknowledge its merits.
Hey all. I wondered if I was jinxing myself when I posted a bit of celebration at my writing endurance not too long ago. I immediately hit some writers block then went on a family vacation. While on that vacation, we went on a hike, and my father had a heart attack and passed away. So now I am grieving and dealing with all of the life challenges and tasks that involves. I will be back, but it might take a couple weeks, or maybe I’ll sneak in a review or two as distraction.
One year ago, I officially launched the “wide release” of this site as the destination of my movie writing.
In the two years since I first saw it, Z-O-M-B-I-E-S has become one of my favorite films to ponder and discuss and push upon unsuspecting viewers.
There’s something intimate, and at times almost obscene, about watching a great filmmaker’s student film – not even their proper debut.
The journey from page to screen can be perilous, especially when the source material is a book
Iron Man 2 is the moment where the Marvel Cinematic Universe really starts to feel like itself.