My choices for who will win, who should win, and who must not be allowed to win at the 90th Annual Academy Awards.
In a very good year for cinema, I'm naming my top-five films in six categories: Drama, Comedy, Action, Horror, Animation, and Documentary.
In my attempt to see and review every new movie this summer, I've fallen a little behind. Here are shamefully quick takes on films that didn't get full reviews, including The Bad Batch, The Little Hours, A Ghost Story, and Lady Macbeth.
My choices for who will win, who should win, and who must not be allowed to win at the 88th Annual Academy Awards.
My choices for who will win, who should win, and who must not be allowed to win at the 86th Annual Academy Awards.
The Unaffiliated Critic's choices for the 20 Best Movies of 2013.
Continuing my round-up of 2013 movies—the ones I didn't get around to reviewing—I cover the worthy failures, near-misses, mixed-bags, and the ones that utterly mystified me.
In Part One of a three-part roundup of all the movies I've seen that I didn't review in 2013, I discuss nine movies I think you should stay far away from.
My picks and predictions for the 85th Annual Academy Awards.
If you'd asked me six weeks ago, I'd have told you 2012 was a mediocre year for movies. This is, of course, partially the
A list of my 15 favorite motion picture performances of 2012.
They are not, necessarily, bad films; some of them may even be good films. They are films, however, that deserve to be brought down a peg or two, and I'm just the unlicensed internet hack to do it.
I hear you: the Oscars are too long, utterly predictable, scandalously commercial, culturally insignificant, and almost guaranteed to be—as they are every year—a gigantic disappointment. But you know what, Sachean Littlefeather? I could give a rat's ass: I still like 'em.
Let's agree to call this list what it is: a highly subjective, necessarily limited, soon-to-be-revised list of what have been, to date, my 15 best film experiences of 2011.
Every year the critics and voters embrace a few films or performances that leave me scratching my head, shaking my fist, or venting my bile, and this year is no exception. The only thing that makes 2011 different is that now I have a blog, and may therefore vent my bile at innocent readers like yourself.