Monthly Archives: September 2018

The buzz around the Netflix comedy “Nappily Ever After” swirls around Sanaa Lathan shaving her head on camera. As it should be. As an Atlanta ad exec, beauty accounts queen and physical appearance perfectionist, her drunken, broken-hearted tantrum with hair … Continue reading →

I found Eli Roth’s direction of the lifeless “House with a Clock in Its Walls” to be inept, “House with a Clock in Its Walls” to be inept, showing him to be out of his depth on a kiddie horror … Continue reading →

There’s no North American release date for this impressive looking two-hander starring Steven Ogg.’ I have of course given away why that is with that name. But “Solis” still looks to be an interesting variation on “Sunshine” and other pictures … Continue reading →

Adding Gary Oldman, after winning the Oscar, to what seems on first glance a standard issue Gerry Saves the World actioner — with submarines — makes me give this last trailer a chance. The rest of the cast — Common, … Continue reading →

The rush of researched and seemingly random elements of the Internet — spam, pop up ads, kitty videos and “Never Gonna Give You Up” — give the second trailer from “Ralph Breaks the Internet” (“Wreck it Ralph 2”) its sizzle. … Continue reading →

He warned about the GOP War on Labor, years before the GOP “War on Women” was identified. He sounded the alarm about the gun manufacturer’s terrorist organization the NRA had morphed into, years before Russian money covered their bottom line. … Continue reading →

When TV writer/producers are lured to the big screen by some more-money-than-sense studio — Amazon, say — they tend to fail and fail big in a couple of very predictable ways. They try and cram in a TV season’s worth … Continue reading →

The title “Where’s the Money” leans into the “plot” of this Andrew Bachelor comedy about trying to get cash from a bank robbery stashed in a flophouse that has been turned into a frat house. Oldest “caper” comedy plot in … Continue reading →

Nazi rage against the rest of the human race lives on after death in “The Hatred,” a leaden horror film that takes more than its sweet time getting to whatever “terrifying” point it wants to make. A war criminal (Andrew … Continue reading →

Jessica Barden writes a “sex column with no sex,” a hopeless romantic nostalgic for “romantic comedies of the ’90s” (Seriously?), picky, about to be unemployed. Then she discovers the Sugardaddy/Sugarbaby phenomenon — a re-branding for the #MeToo era of young … Continue reading →