Author Archives: Roger Moore

Seems like a week doesn’t go by when somebody isn’t serving up a fresh batch of New Orleans music and New Orleans musicians in documentary form. So for everybody who missed the earlier takes, and who can’t wait for the … Continue reading →

Jerrod Carmichael — who also directed — and Christopher Abbott have had enough and a suicide pact is their plan B. Can Tiffany Haddish, Henry Winkler or JB Smoove talk them out of it? Do any of them even want … Continue reading →

Think of the thriller “Silverton Siege” as a South African “Dog Day Afternoon” — a hostage situation, a bank surrounded and a tense stand-off with potent political implications. Director Mandla Dube and a superb cast deliver a tight and tense … Continue reading →

A real-time (ish?) thriller from a GoPro POV, this tale of terror takes us on a night Annie Hardy, the young lady whose streaming gimmick is “bandcar,” will never forget. This Blumhouse release, from the Brit who gave us that … Continue reading →

Our big screen tough guys are fading into the shadows, right before our eyes. A generation of them are either hanging it up or descending into C-movies to pad their estates as their years of kicking ass and tearing off … Continue reading →

Let’s face it. PBS is never going to produce an “American Masters” documentary on The Grateful Dead. But personal essays like “Box of Rain,” movies about the fan experience, the phenomenon of the “family” — their tribal, migrant fanbase — … Continue reading →

Guy Pearce as a Fed. Thursday night as your opening. Love that Liam.

Who’d ever guess that buried beneath the Bollywood musical romance “Hey! Sinamika” there was an Argentine rom-com one third shorter, screaming “Aye, no puedo respirar!” This “Around the World with Netflix” marathon is an Indian romance about a woman who … Continue reading →

This is pretty cool. Scorsese’s 32 year old film preservation nonprofit is going to be sharing restored films via it’s website, starting May 9. The first film will be an early work by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressberger, “I Know … Continue reading →

Looks like “It.” Child abduction. With black balloons. Not red ones. And a more overtly Satanic clown. So of course it’s by the Son of Stephen King. The phone calls from other victims hook has a whiff of a Korean … Continue reading →