Monthly Archives: August 2018

Every so often, we remember to tape over our built-in laptop camera, turn off location tracking on our smarter-than-us phone and that there are other search engines aside from all-knowing/all-coveting Google. But for the most part, we try not to … Continue reading →

Taraji P. Henson runs up against the glass ceiling, gets a little voodoo brew help with “What Men Want” and hears every guy’s innermost thoughts. Lust, greed, passing gas, it’s all in there. Tracy Morgan also stars, but neither he … Continue reading →

  Here’s the social media era in dating perfectly summed up by a master of the “swipe right” hook-up. “It’s like going to a bar on Friday night, without everything that sucks about a bar. On Friday night.” For Harris, … Continue reading →

It’s Michael Moore’s End Times documentary about the Trump Era — Nazis, racists, contaminated water, air, workplaces, etc. A culture caught in mid-rage-spasm, an ignorance spiral that has put us in the hands of a Russian puppet, no problem solvable … Continue reading →

Writer/director Justin Lee must have a rich daddy. Or Sugar Daddy. State film commission incentive money. Something. He’s getting a lot of low-budget features into theaters, Bigfoot horror, Western, wilderness pictures usually. And while I am down with his settings … Continue reading →

The funniest thing about a teen comedy seen years after its release is the way its jokes, its cultural reference, its music and its cast have aged. Thus, a comedy that gives us the early days of the use of … Continue reading →

“There’s something WRONG with the new babysitter!” Jacob (Joshua Rush) is just a tween, but he’s got clues. “Anna” is letting them tear up stuff to make costumes, paint on the walls. She tells them a bedtime version of “The … Continue reading →

It’s going to make a metric ton of money, and everybody likes it — most everybody reviewing it, anyway. A 100 percent approval on Rotten Tomatoes does not lie, though it hides the shades of grey in opinion about “Crazy … Continue reading →

They’re called “Breastaurants” for a reason. Twin Peaks, Twisted Kilt and the easily imitated Hooters — with their all-female, legs and push-up bras wait staffs and leering, almost all male clientele — are pre-#MeToo, sexist and retrograde. But the “man … Continue reading →

She speaks up, because it’s not her first meeting. “I’m Ellie, and I’m an addict.”  Pills, she says,  “took the life out of life, which is exactly what I wanted.” She chased away her husband but somehow held onto her … Continue reading →