The Stench of Bruckheimer was Everywhere.
You know you’re fucked when Ben Affleck is the bright spot of the
movie you rented.
A time-killing, Wes Anderson knock-off at best, a harbinger of things to come in the increasingly intolerable “independent” film scene at worst…
You decide who sucks more cock (Hint: It’s Justin)
Smoker, McClane, runs 30 miles in two hours.
Over forty years after it was first released, Martin Rittís not only hasnít aged a bit, it has actually grown in stature.
Watching the documentary Inside Deep Throat, while vastly entertaining, is also an unnerving and depressing experience.
Point is, I know porn when I hear it, and that was straight up fucking porn. NAMBLA porn.
Let’s declare the obvious from the outset: this is not a film for cynics, realists, and grouches.
One of the finest character studies of the cinema.