the funk is its own reward
Yes, there is a once-great filmmaker out there who desperately needs to be stopped before he completely destroys his formerly inspired legacy with a series of mechanical, lazy cash-ins that only blinkered fanboys could pretend to like. But it’s not George Lucas.
Marcy Dermansky
Ed Gonzalez
Andrew O’Hehir
Vicky Christina Barcelona. Woody Allen, 2008. *
It’s no secret that I love Star Wars — and not just “the old ones” but all six movies: their mythic scope, their conceptual and visual inventiveness, the cheesy characters and blunt dialogue, the structural complexity, the joy they take in speed and color. Star Wars: The Clone Wars, the all-new animated Star Wars adventure, [...]
Like any critic who dared to show themselves less than impressed with Christopher Nolan’s Dark Knight juggernaut, I caught a lot of abuse for my dismissive review. Being called a mouth-breathing mountain dweller and a hat-wearing Brooklynite is fine by me, but when my nerd cred was insulted, I knew it was time for a [...]
Marcy and I arrived in San Ignacio, in the Cayo district of Belize near the Guatemalan border, by overland bus, and proceeded straight to the closest Internet cafe because our weekly About.com newsletter was overdue. That last plugged-in task taken care of, we chatted with a couple of Castaneda-quoting hippies looking to reenact Burroughs’ and [...]
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