Please sir, I want some style. WOOOOOOSH! a cauldron of soup pours on Oliver’s head. There’s ya fuckin style!
What an inundation. The style is ten times thicker than the plot and I knew that going in. 155 more words
On the lingering excellence of a minor masterpiece of broad comedy.
Of comedies in the past ten years featuring narcissistic manchildren whose massive egos are matched only by their prodigious cluelessness, Ron Burgundy is perhaps the most durable. 692 more words
Sarah Polley (dir)
Julie Christie, Gordon Pinsent
based on Alice Munro story
I feel it’s almost unfair reviewing a Sarah Polley film, because I love her, even though I don’t know any of her films really – I know her from a series of reasonable performances on Road to Avonlea, and from ‘Go!’, which I do not remember at all. 603 more words