Mini-Review: Rich entitled white upper class family "struggles" with life altering issues like pregnancy, moving and how to add huge additions to already huge rich house. It's insulting that I'm supposed to give a shit about these assholes with a perfect life.
Mini-Review: It's sort of baffling to me that Garafalo would have been considered an ugly girl here, even in comparison to Uma Thurman. I can't remember much more about this movie other than that. It seemed like a typical rom-com but targeted toward introspective cat ladies.
Mini-Review: Fuck this movie, fuck this studio, fuck these actors, fuck the caterers that fed these actors and fuck everyone who saw this opening weekend and helped perpetuate the production of shit like this.
Mini-Review: A powerful contemporary yet prophetic tale of folksploitation and corruption in corporate media. Andy Griffith and the rest of the cast do an incredible job expressing a traumatic rise and fall from fame. There's lot of imagery and interesting shots that make this well worth re-watching.
Mini-Review: Things I learned from the Sitter. Violent psychological disorders can be cured through one minute speeches. The support of gangs can be earned through a few simple hand gestures. Gay kids can be spotted through some text messages and a quick glance on the subway.
Mini-Review: Everyone in this movie is stupid and a scumbag, but that's not what makes it bad. Maybe I'm overly sensitive but constant references to man and prison rape don't make me laugh. Some of the slapstick was funny though.
Mini-Review: While the beautiful photography and cinematography behind these masterpieces of molecular gastronomy are beautiful, there's really nothing here. The personalities of the chefs are mostly flat and the proceedings are entirely mechanical, leaving nothing substantive other than pretty food porn.
Mini-Review: It's nice to see that Stromboli from Pinocchio quit the marionette slave trade and became an Italian chef. Maybe someone should tell him and his partner to tone down the heavy Italian stereotypes though.
Mini-Review: Chucky was such in an integral part of my childhood nightmares that I simply can't rank any of these films at the lowest score. As easily scared by Chucky as I was, the third of the original three films had the least impact.
Mini-Review: While Keitel gives a very absorbing and consistent performance with quite a few very engaging scenes, the picture as a whole drags. I occasionally found myself drawn in by the imagery but never really discovered anything meaningful beyond shallow references. I may need to revisit this again to see if I'm missing things.