High Anxiety and Spaceballs are discussed as part of our in-depth discussion on Mel Brooks’ work.
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I’ve decided not to tell any jokes for you people this week. I’m sick of being your little joke monkey, go find your own moderately insanely attractive columnist to chain up in your tool shed and only feed stray vermin to while dancing to Hansen’s Mmmbop in drag. I DON’T WANT TO BE THAT GUY ANYMORE.
As a side note: the title is a little bit of a misnomer, I don’t have to practice kung fu. I am kung fu.
This time I’m going to do something I’ve apparently subconsciously done for the past three articles: another post-apocalyptic film. What is my fascination with the end of the world? Who knows? The Book of Eli came out like two or three weeks ago (I can’t be bothered to fact check), is 118 minutes long, and is the second science fiction film of the new decade. That makes this the last film in my cycle of one movie per decade “random” choice pattern. Congratulations to all who played. Continue reading
We enter another week of “Taking Stock,” our weekly column in which the entire staff tells you what they think of the movies coming out this week based on very little knowledge and first impressions.
Dear JohnJames: Oh Nicholas Sparks, you create such sludge. I’ll admit I’ve never seen one of the films based on his books, but they look so awful and they’re not for me anyway. I wouldn’t touch this with a three hundred foot pole.
Benn: No.
Dylan:Oh! I get it! His name is John… And she’s writing him letters… but when she wants to break up… still looks awful.
Fil: Pass. I’m still mad at That Dude for being in G.I. Joe. Plus this movie looks balls. Continue reading
Where does evil come from? A complex question with a number of debatable answers, no doubt, but in Michael Haneke’s The White Ribbon, the answer is simple: home sweet home.