Six degrees of solid Bacon.
Successfully transferring the rave experience to the movies, but not vice-versa.
One of the best lines about the man Bing Crosby called an “underhanded sicklesnoot” has been attributed to Tony Orlando:…
Universal/Focus, $29.98
The eight-limbed villain eclipses the hero in this comic-book sequel. Couldn’t glum, self-doubting Spidey afford to loosen up just a bit?
Before there were special effects, miracles must have been really impressive. Nowadays, people have a critical eye—they want some serious…
“I give a rat’s ass,” dim-witted usurper insists.
Director Sandra Goldbacher’s unkept promise.
A bargirl’s lament serves as introduction to a lesser-known Japanese master of cinema.
Opens Fri., Jan. 20, at Pacific Place
Forget the big picturethat’ll come next week. Here’s the dirt from my first five days in Park City.
A festival that has delivered just about everything over the years.
Kiss me, you fool!
Terrible topicality distinguishes seventh annual Jewish film fest.
Biopic gets colors right, if not their interpretation.
Forget the flamingos, bikinis, and fun. Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx are all business in this process- oriented narco noir.
Runs Fri., Oct. 28–Thurs., Nov. 3, at Varsity.
Seventeen letters determine a paralegal’s life.
Mexican tale of a naughty priest isn’t so scandalous here.
Protagonist finds his dreams are “kind of absurdist, like a strange movie.”
