Of all the moral panics from the last half century, Dungeons and Dragons is one of the most inexplicable to me.
Mazes and Monsters (1982)
Of all the moral panics from the last half century, Dungeons and Dragons is one of the most inexplicable to me.
Back before Hollywood had properly figured out the Tom Hanks everyman persona, Volunteers provided a goofy little lark where Hanks plays a totally different type of protagonist.
Nothing in Common is a head-spinningly uneven film. It pairs some legitimately great performances and compelling ideas with a total dud of a script. What a waste.
Classic Dragnet is not something I’ve ever spent any time with.
There very well could be another movie that’s a better time capsule of the coked out party scene of the early ’80s than Bachelor Party… but I certainly haven’t seen it.
Whether Splash earns a thumbs up as opposed to a thumbs sideways depends entirely on whether you, personally, would welcome a nude 24-year-old Daryl Hannah running up to you and kissing you.
It’s actually kind of remarkable how little works in The Man with One Red Shoe.
One of the chief problems of the previous Harry Potter movie, Goblet of Fire, is that it took two thirds of the movie for the movie to find a theme for Harry’s character growth (beyond “clueless teen” and “Wizard Olympics participant”).
The fourth Harry Potter book is 750 pages, almost 200,000 words.
Watching Pulp Fiction fires old synapses in my head that had gone dormant.