Pedro Almodóvar

REVIEW: Killing Time Aboard Almodóvar’s “I’m So Excited”

“When you were a little boy you wanted to be a pilot,” my mother has said on and off during my adult years. She’s rewriting history to erase the embarrassing memory of raising a clearly gay son — I actually wanted to be a flight attendant.

My true aspiration is completely understandable. We were Americans living in Rome and we travelled great distances, especially to visit the grandparents in Australia. That was a real schlep, going from Italy via the States and tumbling

Michael Shannon

REVIEW: ‘The Iceman’ Attempts to Humanize the Sadistic Psychopath

I apologize for reviewing a film that has already been out a few weeks, but I can’t wrap my enthusiasm for anything coming out this long weekend. I figured readers might be looking for alternatives themselves, but… let’s just say I won’t be doing it again, even if it means having to sit through Fast & Furious 7.

Ariel Vromen’s The Iceman is a film I was curious about when I first saw the trailer at the end of last summer; it was one of the few to make it into the trifecta of fall festivals— Venice, Toronto and Telluride—that is often a predictor for Oscar consideration. In an early awards post,

Tye Sheridan Mud

REVIEW: Coming of Age with the Madness of Love in ‘Mud’

When the credits rolled at the end of Mud and I saw “written and directed by Jeff Nichols,” I said to myself—more like hissed to myself—This better have been adapted from a book. It isn’t. It’s Nichols’ original story and script, apparently a follow-up to his Take Shelter from 2011, which starred Michael Shannon and Jessica Chastain and won several awards at the Cannes sidebars. I have that film on order, but I suspect I should get this review out first before seeing it or I might be too hampered by resentment for Nichols’ talent to talk about him.

I have nothing to negative to say about Mud. Nada. Zip. Oh, wait,

Holy Hoodwinking Hookers!

I know, I said I wouldn't use any more gratuitous alliterations after Monkey Monday, but in the case of this story it was harder to pass up than a free sample of organic taramosalata on a freshly toasted bagel chip at Whole Foods. Once upon a less-than-a-week-ago, I got an email...

Monkey Monday

I'm not sure why I've named this post that way.  I was staring at the screen when gratuitous alliteration just flew right in my face and out through my fingers.  I'll try for gratuitous assonance tomorrow. Here's my image for the day, because no post should go naked: [caption id="attachment_55" align="aligncenter" width="500"...