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The Hurt Locker does the impossible: It single-handedly redeems the mostly misbegotten run of Á¢€Å“sandÁ¢€ films, those war-on-terror features connected to Iraq and Afghanistan, a genre about as useless and…
Amidst the turbulence in the world of pop culture comes good news from, of all places, Afghanistan. At the start of the new documentary Afghan Star, we see a line…
New Yorkers arenÁ¢€â„¢t a sentimental bunch. But there are some things weÁ¢€â„¢re fiercely protective of. One of those is the 1974 crime drama The Taking of Pelham One Two Three….
Bob Cashill is back for another week of film reviews — and for this edition of No Concessions, he digs into The Hangover, Killshot, and the Youssou N’Dour documentary I Bring What I Love.
Some horror film directors unnerve us with little ripples of tension that unexpectedly crescendo into waves of terror. Sam Raimi is not one of those horror film directors. Pauline Kael…
Here it is, not even June and with a case of blockbuster fatigue already. Pro and con, the fourth (fourth!) Terminator movie has already been dissected and dismantled around here,…
Bob Cashill went out and had himself a Girlfriend Experience this week — an experience he relives in the latest edition of No Concessions.
Bob Cashill and Lance Berry are together at the film desk for this week’s No Concessions, discussing the new Star Trek. Join in!
In this week’s No Concessions, Bob Cashill takes a look at the new Shout! Factory reissue of Dalton Trumbo’s Johnny Got His Gun.
In this week’s installment of No Concessions, Bob Cashill has his cinematic face rocked off by Anvil! The Story of Anvil.
Spinning Into Butter has taken a few twists and turns on the road to todayÁ¢€â„¢s release. Shooting began in October 2005, back when Catherine Crier still had her live show…
I got word that Natasha Richardson had died Wednesday evening. But the Internet had killed her off Tuesday afternoon. And that bothers me. Word came via an erroneous report on…
True-life gangland sagas look to be the mob hits of the year. The Fourth of July weekend brings Michael MannÁ¢€â„¢s Public Enemies, a vintage slice of 20th century Americana, with…
On Tuesday, I read that I’m about to be extinct. I got the word from a chart published on Movie City News, which showed that there were 122 working film…
Even if you don’t like what the Academy Awards represent–those questionable nominees, that PR flackery, all the “industry” sanctimony–it’s more than possible to enjoy the show itself. Didn’t we all…
IÁ¢€â„¢m not a huge fan of animated features. The Disney classics may have spoiled me: Like comets, they only came streaking into theaters once every few years, and the experience…
Clint Eastwood is having the last sneer on the Oscars. As three of the five best picture nominees struggle for a box office bounce (and one, The Reader, has become…
There was a time, not too long ago, that when the Oscar nominations were announced, IÁ¢€â„¢d seen all the nominated films. Indeed, IÁ¢€â„¢d seen all the significant movies of the…
Rod Lurie says he likes my blog. HeÁ¢€â„¢s a friendÁ¢€”well, a Facebook friend, anyway. I might recuse myself from reviewing his latest film, Nothing But the Truth, but I should…
It was easy to laugh at the Oscars recently, when, after a montage of heart-swelling moments from earnest, socially conscious, liberal-minded pictures about the ills of our society, host Jon…
Management informs me that as of today weÁ¢€™re off until the new year. I canÁ¢€™t promise that I wonÁ¢€™t sneak back into the building from time to time, but to…
This is not a review of Quantum of Solace, the 22nd James Bond picture. There was a screening Wednesday night, but I had to put my Walther PPK asideÁ¢€¦and babysit….
Chances are youÁ¢€â„¢ve already missed Halloween. No, not the carving of the pumpkins or the trick-or-treating, which IÁ¢€â„¢ll feel less foolish doing when I bring my daughter. (IÁ¢€â„¢m a sucker…
Necessity is the mother of invention. I just didnÁ¢€â„¢t make it to the multiplex this week, but, fearing reprimand by my masters here at Popdose, figured I had to come…
George W. Bush says he is content to let history judge him. But he misunderestimated Oliver Stone, whose W. puts our departing president on the cinematic cutting board just weeks…
Body of Lies didnÁ¢€â„¢t have to do much to impress me. ItÁ¢€â„¢s the first movie IÁ¢€â„¢ve seen since becoming a dad, and the switch from explosive poops to plain old…
Warning: this weekÁ¢€™s column is going to get ugly, and fast. We start with Choke, an adaptation of Chuck PalahniukÁ¢€™s novel, which is also a love letter to its star,…
Management has given me a cruel task: preview fall cinema. Now, this was not so difficult back in April, when I pontificated on the summer schedule. In fact, I rather…
Outside of a few odds and ends, the summer movie season pretty much concludes today. Throw the tarp over the pool, recondition the leaf blower, itÁ¢€â„¢s done. If youÁ¢€â„¢re willing…