Cinema 21 Update

Not only is she one of my absolute favorite bloggers, but her support of this trainwreck inspires me endlessly. So when Sati over at th...

I love movie henchmen. Not the second-in-command guys, no. They're too important, as the actually get to speak and maybe even land a pu...

This is my 500th post. I have reviewed every single movie I have completed in the last five years in the exact order I've watched the...

Do you recommend movies to your friends? I actually, try not to. At least in person, anyway. I always stress that I liked it. That's it...

I was definitely late to the party the first time. Very late . I wasn't even sure what the Hell the big deal was, honestly. A series ...

Don't tell my wife, but I was a camp counselor one summer. Wait, she knows that already. But what she doesn't know, that toward the...

I recently got a new laptop. It's not as sexy as my old one, can't do nearly as much, but it's reliable and does the few things...

Assholes . F--kers. Miserable, rotten bastards. Bags of all varieties, Douche, Scum  and sometimes I'll even go with Shit. There hav...

Well, I decided to end the year with quite possibly the most baffling movie I've ever seen, 1967's Play Time . I do consider myself...

If you broke into my house and beat the shit out of me, that would be pretty f--king uncool. As long as it was just me, we might have to ha...

I think since my son was born, my wife and I have been out together five times. Two weddings, three dinner-and-a-movies , if I remember cor...

Science was always my worst subject. Followed by math. Following long, complicated directions? Not really my strong suit. And when things...

I don't know if it's because I've now set my summer movie-loving sights on the upcoming Expendables sequel, or simply because I...

I went to the movies at 9 in the morning. Pretty sure that's the earliest screening I've ever been to. Anyway, when I came home, my...

My, how time flies. A year ago this evening, I started this silly little movie blog. I didn't tell anyone about it, I just let it kind ...

With the new kid that showed up weeks before we graduated (I think his name was Ivan), my graduating class was thirty three kids strong. An...

If you broke into my house and beat the shit out of me, that would be pretty f--king uncool. As long as it was just me, we might have to ha...

I'm not a fan of the ballet. I'd never want to step foot into the f--king desert under any circumstances. And shocking no one, I...

Every year, without question, I participate in a cult-like tradition that divides my family. I feel like it's for the greater good, but...

Work can easily be the death of you. Maybe you hate your job so much, showing up everyday kills you just a little bit at a time. You kn...