Wednesday, March 25 2009
Part 3: The Sixth Sense to Fight Club (August - October 1999)
Films that have left a lasting impression on their creators (M. Night Shyamalan, Sam Mendes, David Fincher) make up the majority of Part Three of our Films of 1999 overview.
Thursday, January 17 2008
Accepting the Blame: The Top Guilty Pleasures of 2007
PopMatters proffers its collection of 2007's most notable defective faves. And it's okay to laugh. After all, we'd probably do the same to you and your uncomfortable fixations as well.
Wednesday, November 14 2007
Southland Tales
The very incoherence of Southland Tales is something like an argument, its many pieces and pronouncements a deconstructive challenge to world order.
Thursday, August 10 2006
Three Moons Over Milford
Yet another 'quirky small town' series, Three Moons over Milford offers conventional characters: newly divorced mother, troublesome but good-hearted kids, and attractive love interest.
Friday, March 3 2006
National Lampoons Pucked (2006)
Bereft of comic chops, Jon Bon Jovi must carry scenes exclusively on the basis of his good looks, which works for about 10 minutes.
Wednesday, November 24 2004
The Hebrew Hammer (2003)
The Hammer remains confused and conflicted, almost apologetic for who he is.
Monday, August 23 2004
The Laws of Attraction (2004)
All this back-and-forth is tedious, in part because it means that Audrey and Daniel spend a lot of time together.
Thursday, April 29 2004
The Laws of Attraction (2004)
Daniel inhabits a universe where his judgments, his desires, and his insights (no matter how obnoxious, self-serving, or willfully blind) are always right.
Sunday, January 1 1995
Three Kings (1999)
Puke green bile, dark blood, convulsing pink. tissue. A close-up shot following a bullet's path into and through internal organs is a frankly terrible image. In most war movies, bullets do tend to fly. But you only see their external effects: blood spurts, faces contort, handheld cameras zig and zag, explosions-effects create aestheticized, often slo-mo, chaos. In David O. Russell's Three Kings, however, you see the insides: the bullet rushes forward, stops, lodging in mangled, throbbing flesh while fluids accumulate. It's visceral and immediate. It's surreal and nasty.
