If I’d been inside Hall H ten minutes ago, I would have never tweeted “Peter Jackson is in the house for Tintin!,” as Indiewire columnist Anne Thompson did a few minutes ago. They’ve lost their aloof and scrutinizing composure down there, the hip bloggers have. Read their tweets aloud and you have to use a falsetto voice. Peter! Peter Jackson! And there’s Steven…Steven Spielberg! Eeeeeeee!
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It took me a full month to see Wes Ball and Josh Friedman‘s Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes...
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For me, A Dangerous Method (2011) is David Cronenberg‘s tastiest and wickedest film — intense, sexually upfront and occasionally arousing...
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