No poster could ever effectively convey the fury and madness of Brian De Palma’s Iraq War indictment, Redacted, but there’s something kind of… imprecise about this key art. I like the idea of blotted out information revealing the face of a panic-stricken child, but the way it’s framed by the barricade recalls a number of … Continue reading →
And it’s October. Another month and another column full of shit that I love. To offset all the shit that I hate on a daily basis. You need some balance in life, baby, and that’s what this column is all about. The months seem shorter and shorter all the time – I can’t believe that … Continue reading →
Last week, in overly excited response to the rumor that the gi-normous government warehouse from Raiders of the Lost Ark had been recreated on the Downey Studios lot, I made the following offer: "While there’s no way in hell you’ll be able to get past the throng of security guarding this set to snap a … Continue reading →
This is the spot where I could choose to emulate our own estimable Jeremy Smith and wax ebullient about the artistic success of Into The Wild. For without a proper review, which I may never actually get to, this is as good a platform as any to stake my position on Sean Penn’s first truly … Continue reading →
It’s probably in Michael Caine’s contract to say things like "You should really see Christian Bale turn his head in the new Batsuit" or "this movie has the best third act of any I’ve done this decade" not to mention the eulogies at any necessary stuntman funerals.* But still, when a thespian with a halo … Continue reading →
It’s a big day for scoops from trusted and reliable sources. The latest comes from Duckie, who has been hearing buzzing about a name that is sort of attached to direct Terminator 4: McG.This doesn’t mean McG IS directing Terminator 4, but that he’s in talks about it. The film is being set up as … Continue reading →
Buy this book from CHUD.com!I will not lie to you: I like naked women. I like looking at women naked, both in real life and in films. More than that, though, I like looking at famous women naked*. I used to buy Celebrity Skin magazine back when it made sense to buy a magazine. I … Continue reading →
Michael Clayton feels like an exercise in restraining everything you like about George Clooney. It’s as if Tony Gilroy woke up every morning and asked himself, ‘How can I make the most personable and charming leading man of this generation dull and plodding? How long must I hold his charisma under the tepid water of … Continue reading →