(Being the first of many of these I’ll be producing this summer.) With summer here and only some online teaching duties to attend to—meaning that I can put the 2½ hours I don’t have to commute to and from campus to better use—I’ve decided to address short scenes from something compelling on a daily basis. This […]
Tag: films
Far be it for me to question the wisdom of the Great Scorsese, but I am less than convinced that Mean Streets would have been better with 3D.
Anybody else think that Midnight in Paris was a little weak for its 92% rating? The chief insight is simultaneously rushed and painfully obvious, the in laws, the fiance, and the friends (with the e
Could this be any good?The original falls comfortably into the “hopelessly flawed yet endlessly entertaining” category. I suppose that the biggest problem I have with the trailer is the implication that Gordon Gecko could actually be broke upon leaving prison…
Saw Avatar last week, and apparently I must weigh in. Lot’s o’ spoilers ahead… Is Avatar racist?Sure, but that’s not a very interesting question. Back before I saw 300, I was p
I don’t really understand how a 70 minute review of a terrible movie could be incomparably awesome, but there you go.
Still compiling my Best of the Aughts; until then, enjoy Loomis’ Top 50 films of the Decade.
Annalee Newitz writes that “[w]hether Avatar is racist is a matter of debate,” but it isn’t: the film is racist. Its fundamental narrative logic is racist: it transposes the cultural
Clint Eastwood has made some fabulous films (Unforgiven, Mystic River, Letters from Iwo Jima). He’s made some films that aren’t quite fabulous, but are marvelously entertaining (The Outlaw
Those who questioned my decision to include Top Gun in last year’s Patterson School Fall Film Series must be scurrying for cover now: A fighter pilot who headed the Navy in the Pacific and made a cameo appearance as a Tom Cruise foe in ”Top Gun” has taken over as the top U.S. military commander […]
The NYT reviews The Damned United, which piques my interest. When I have time, which latterly has not been plentiful, I devour film reviews, perhaps because Plymouth is not exactly in any one’s
NYT bit here. It may be a generational thing, but when I think about John Hughes, there’s a certain subset of his oeuvre that I think about. In some ways, these films are nothing more than a g