Francis Ford Coppola’s Megalopolis is an audacious vision, a film that unapologetically revels in its ambition, leaving little room for middle ground. It is either a triumph of cinematic exploration or an indulgent misstep, depending on how deeply you’re willing to engage with its dense layers. One thing is clear—this movie is not for the […]
In a rather tangled two-part plot, writer/director Lawrence Michael Levine explores some version of the “life imitates art” juxtaposition. To illustrate his point he uses a recurring image of the main character in a meditative position surrounded by nature. The first scenario is presented with certain actors in certain roles followed by those same actors and characters
I can appreciate clever, raunchy comedy, but there isn’t much to laugh at in The Little Hours. Writer Jeff Baena (I Heart Huckabees), also the director, takes what’s essentially a one-act joke and expands it into a feature. I think I laughed one time, but the jokes are not very creative, and I don’t find
Both Zac Efron (“Dirty Grandpa”, “Neighbors 2”) and Anna Kendrick (“Get a Job”, “Mr. Right”) have firmly secured their status as the worst actors of 2016. This is the third horrible comedy in a row for the celebrities who have destroyed their right to be called actors. From the oh-so-obvious writer/producers of Efron’s “Neighbors” films,
You know the old saying; When you ask for something, remember to be specific. In 2014 the lack of diversity and gender equality was one of the most preached on items in the movie biz. From what I am seeing at SXSW it’s as if Hollywood went into panic mode and started firing off all