Hell Baby is apparently aiming to be an unabashed celebration of fecal, rancid, sinking-into-the-cultural-slimehole comic values. How fucking stupid do you have to to be to laugh at this kind of imbecilic crap? Special offer for opening-night attendees: If you can squeeze out three loud, super-stinky farts in rapid succession (i.e., within three minutes) you’ll get the cost of your own ticket plus that of your plus-one fully refunded. Theatre ushers will be standing by to verify.
Roughly two months ago a very early draft of Eric Roth‘s screenplay for Killers of the Flower Moon (dated 2.20.17,...
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Frances McDormand‘s Fern was strong but mule-stubborn and at the end of the day self-destructive, and this stunted psychology led...
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Can’t decide which performance is better, although I’ve always leaned toward Tina Vitale, her cynical New Jersey moll behind the...
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Two days ago (1.19) a Facebook tribute congratulated Tippi Hedren for having reached her 94th year (blow out the candles!)...
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A friend suggested a list of the Ten Best American Crime Flicks of the ‘70s. By which he meant films...
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I’ve never been able to give myself over to Sam Peckinpah’s Major Dundee, a 1965 Civil War–era western, and I’ve...
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