Low budget Japanese import One Cut of the Dead is one of those festival favorites that actually lives up to every ounce of the hype.
While an ambitious enterprise with royal aspirations to greatness, The King of Staten Island never earned its crown, and as such my fidelity to its ruling authority is practically nonexistent.
The High Note is so much fun to watch any issues I have keep evaporating into the ether almost as if they never existed in the first place.
Cattaneo’s latest was a balm for my soul, injecting a dollop of joy into my heart while a happy tear or two ran down the side of my cheek. I liked Military Wives, and I’m happy to sing its praises as vociferously as I can.
How to Build a Girl made me happy, and right now that’s one positive I’m not about to close my ears to.
I found Valley Girl, like, totally disappointing, an unexpected turn of events that’s grody to the max, for sure.
Trolls World Tour rarely allowed me to catch my breath. It even more seldomly put anything that was happening into coherent perspective.
The drama, comedy, satire and commentary don’t merge into anything meaningful, Greed a stiflingly discombobulated letdown that can’t pay its entertainment bills without going into the red.
It’s all a bunch of colorfully anarchic, emotionally uplifting heartfelt supernatural silliness, all of which helps make Pixar’s latest comedic adventure Onward a goofy good time I’d be excited to see again.