Author Archives: Roger Moore

The stuff I’ll sit through for a little primo surfing footage, an Aussie accent or three and Temuera Morrison going bloody psycho killer on everybody. “Sons of Summer” is a sentimental “surfie” bros tribute trip tale that crashes up against … Continue reading →

Some movies come to you, passing on their insights directly, underlining their message and themes. More challenging films make you come to them. Morissa Maltz’s “The Unknown Country” is a rare example of the latter made even rarer by the … Continue reading →

By the late 1960s, John le Carré was just coming into his own as the  the new Graham Greene, a sophsticated, subtle “thinking person’s spy novelist.” “The Spy Who Came in from the Cold” had shown the former MI5/MI6 insider … Continue reading →

He looks worn and weary from a bout…with something, we don’t know what. The rumor that made the most sense to me was a “stroke” after a heated argument, but there’s little evidence of that in his speech, which would … Continue reading →

“Seasons” is a tedious, tepid and inane romance about a woman who toys with her boy “friend” and reaps the consequences. It’s meant to be a rom-com, but it isn’t the least bit funny. The leads are pretty, and Lovie … Continue reading →

If you didn’t see “Glitter & Doom,” a wistful musical set to the songs of Indigo Girls, you should. It’s damned adorable. I saw it, but didn’t realize it was a harbinger of Amy Ray and Emily Saliers having ” … Continue reading →

“For a number of reasons, film buffs have long harbored the feeling that Orson Welles had a hand in directing some of — perhaps his own scenes — Carol Reed’s film noir masterpiece “The Third Man.” The best arguments for … Continue reading →

We judge Mia, right from the start, because we’re invited to. She’s very pregnant, pretty young and scrambling to get to her work, her classes and meeting her two children. The classes are mandated by the state. There are drug … Continue reading →

It plays like a rowdy, raunchy 1970s Blaxploitation period piece. Because aside from cell phones, what’s changed in “tha’hood” in the past 50 years? Gang-bangers, pimps and “ho’s” riding around in Yank tank Buicks, aimless souls pumping iron, hitting the … Continue reading →

“Cobweb” is a horror genre piece as simple and to the point as its title. A child hears noises in the walls of the old house where he lives, and in trying to raise the alarm with his parents, comes … Continue reading →