It’s sometimes hard to watch Clint Eastwood on screen if he’s not wearing a poncho or at least a cowboy hat while chewing the end of a cigar.
I’ve always kinda held out hope that at some point Arrested Development (the t.v. show, not the ‘90s rap group from Tennessee) would come back to television with a new season, much like Family Guy did after being taken out of rotation.
The AV Club has figured, based upon an EW and Access Hollywood posting, that Mickey Rourke is headed for the ring – for real. Or at least whatever counts as real for professional wrestling.
The cultural wrangling that Oliver Stone has immersed himself in is pretty shocking. Really, what aspect of American life can he work with next?
W, notable for being released during the presidency of G.W. Bush as opposed to after it, ends up feeling like a farce as much as the filmic distillation of a man.
A life spent pursuing creative outlets and even avenues to recall these endeavors seems like the most rewarding way in which to live.
Stacy Peralta seems to have figured out how only to work with what he loves. He’s a lucky dude.
It’s funny to think about liberals as being a demographic for movie going – but they are. And if in all of his lispy, post political glory, you’ve forgotten why Albert Gore, Jr. isn’t president – Recount is a drawn out explanation of the reason.
Bedtime Stories, staring Adam Sandler and Courtney Cox wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. From the previews, you’re given the impression that there is a lot of story telling going on that turns into fantasy brought to life. However, that is not the case. Granted there are parts of the story telling that do turn into real world action but each with a certain twist to the story being told.