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.

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.
About a third of the way into God Help the Girl, Cassie (Hannah Murray) protests during a guitar lesson to her instructor, James (Olly Alexander), that she doesn’t want to learn technique like scales, she just wants to write songs.
Throughout the ‘70s and ‘80s, in the wake of the success of the Chuck Jones adaptation of The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, Dr. Seuss produced and wrote a handful of half-hour TV specials, some based off of his existing books and some originals.