A deal with a devilish Johnny Depp.
Blu-rays for dog days.
Lily Tomlin, Evel Knievel, and other tough cookies.
Saddle up for Criterion Collection Blu-rays including The Black Stallion>.
Mr. Holmes, Woody Allen, and some of my favorite movies of the year now on home video.
A bumpy ride through Jurassic World.
The ultimate thrill ride.
Arnold walks with a zombie.
One last ride.
Let’s crack this thing wide open.
From Zero Theorem to 101 Dalmatians on Blu-ray and DVD.
Six shots at Oscar gold.
Jeepers creepers, Tim Burton’s focused on some really large peepers.
The tank stops here. Have the terrorists won?
Helen Mirren serves up Criterions and killer shrews, with a side of Ghibli, on home video.
Maleficent, Macbeth, and monsters for Halloween.
With co-writer Bob Gale as my wingman.
Murder, mayhem, and Whiplash in New York.
A Marvel-ous week for new releases.
Contemplating an “instant masterpiece.”
Fab Four and more as B&N’s Criterion sale ends today.
Clint Eastwood makes Frankie Valli’s day.
X marks the spot this Memorial Day weekend.
It is the summer of 1983. I sit in the River Oaks Theaters with my dad. I watch R2D2 get blasted by a stormtrooper, and I gasp. It’s the summer of 1993. I sit alone in the theater at Chicago Ridge Mall. I watch a Tyrannosaurus Rex attempt to eat an obnoxiously precocious child, and I gasp. It’s 2003. I sit at the AMC Lowes Streets of Woodfield with my fiancé. I watch Laurence Fishburn fight an albino on top of a moving semi truck, and I gasp. It’s 2013. My Father’s Day present is a ticket to watch Kirk and Spock once again attempt to save the galaxy. At some point, I probably gasp. (apologies to Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons) I can’t let go of summer movies. It’s still a near-perfect form of escape. Writing about them lets me escape too, a kind of critical nostalgia that lets me pretend I’m participating in a conversation that actually ended decades ago. All those summer afternoons and evenings, escaping into the chilly coccoon of an …
Gina Carano takes out the trash.
Looking at comics, comedians, classics, and chaos.
One-stop shopping for your Academy Award needs.
If you were one of the many (and there were many) who found yourself delving into a list of actor-writer-director Harold Ramis‘ achievements upon hearing of his sudden death yesterday at the age of 69, you may be wondering where all that time went. One minute you were probably minding your own business, the next you were realizing that this seemingly unassuming, nerdy-looking Chicagoan had a hand in at least 10 of the most influential comedic institutions of the last half century. As if we could hold one over the other. Was Ramis best known as a writer, who cut his teeth in the pages of The National Lampoon and on the staff of SCTV before writing or co-writing the likes of National Lampoon’s Animal House, Meatballs, Caddyshack, Stripes, Ghostbusters, Back to School, Groundhog Day and Analyze This? Was he most accomplished as the director of Caddyshack, National Lampoon’s Vacation, Groundhog Day or Multiplicity? Would he be immortalized for his acting work, whether Russell Zinsky, the withering straight man to Bill Murray’s off-kilter John Winger …
Over the moon about 2013 releases.