Mini-Review: As far as gimmicked works are concerned, this joins the canon with the likes of R. Kelley, Ray Jay Johnson and Steve Urkel.
Mini-Review: There are a lot of notorious, three named renegades in history: John Wilkes Booth, Lee Harvey Oswald, Marcus Junius Brutus. Welcome home, Gus.
Mini-Review: The Agony and the Ecstasy serves as a template, through which the public at large can understand everything that is wrong with big market cinema. This rumbling tin man echoes the pragmatic truth of the artistry of statues; technically tight, reflexive and proficient, through the wrong eyes (in this case, Graham Greene's), its just a cold block of stone without a heart.
Mini-Review: The film grabs hold of the audience, pauses for effect and booms, "I AM IMPOTENT, AND I LIKE IT!"
Mini-Review: Less film than punctuation, Kill Bill isn't a story, but a corpse fashioned into a puppet. It dances, it sings, it entertains mostly, but the puppet masters presence is always apparent, and thats how he likes it.
Mini-Review: The only thing cooler than saying you love this movie, is saying you hate it. Much like the characters themselves, the rating of Donnie Darko is bias run amuk.
Mini-Review: Lacking the technical skill of Napoleon, and the pith of dynamite; this is one of the largest misnomers since Naked Lunch.
Mini-Review: This film was scored any points at all, because, much like the SATs or physical education, participation counts; but aside from that its tough out of luck. I'm proud to hold my prejudice against all things created Stiller created.