Essays

To those who don’t spend several hours a day debating whether Godfather was better than Godfather II (it is), and an entire day watching The Lord of the Rings trilogy as a personal challenge, the idea of film as literature probably seems radical.

If you don’t think a 77-year old movie can make you wet your pants and think about your own existence, you haven’t seen James Whale’s Frankenstein.

Really good horror comedies are notoriously rare, but this one works because it’s balls to the wall nuttiness.

Six women descend into an Appalachian cave in search of adventure, but instead find cannibalistic humanoid underground dwellers.

We may be homeless, but we kept our DVD player. If you can get your Netflix delivery sent to The Corner of Lincoln Park Behind the Third Bush, make a toast to the New Great Depression and watch this classic comedy.

Speaking of long stories people shouldn’t subjected to, Eagle Eye came out in theaters on Friday. Let’s just say, the Logic Nazi on this project really screwed the pooch.

You had the concept, the financing, and some production partners, but you were waiting to see if the Large Hadron Collider destroyed the earth by creating a black hole at its core and if Team Sacha Baron Cohen was going to survive the myriad lawsuits stemming from their sneaky interviewing malfeasance.

Perhaps I should just scrawl it on a placard: Battle in Seattle is an indie that deserves to stand out.

Based on our cultural history, box office numbers, and the self-evident explosion of superhero films that’s taken place since 2003, it seems clear that The Iraq War is a major factor in one of the largest business trends in recent Hollywood history.