DVD releases keep coming fast and furious, with this week's batch including some of the best movies put out in 2011... and some of the worst. Ain't that always the way?
The thing in Extremely Loud that moved me even more than Oskar's nervous pluck was the portrayal of his parents -- their patient and equally ingenious efforts to understand Oskar's complexities and nurture his talents.
A good friend introduced me to Gregory Porter's music initially, which, once his vocal gifts hit me, led to a round of frenzied YouTube and Google searches.
In a pair-up as enticing as a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup, Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance combines the rich, nutty goodness of Nic Cage with the tasty junkiness of the Neveldien/Taylor directing team.
Just imagine you're sitting in your own living room and it's nice and cozy and quiet, and across from you in two comfy chairs are Dion DiMucci and Steven Van Zandt talking, for 90 minutes, about Dion's long and amazing career.
I sat down with two Academy Award winners -- Jon Landau (Titanic, Avatar) and Dustin Lance Black (Milk) to discuss their favorite movie moments.
While there are shows that make me laugh on a regular basis (from Curb Your Enthusiasm to The Big Bang Theory to Hot in Cleveland), there are many, many more that don't.
The Oscars are this Sunday, and I have a feeling The Artist is going to do very well. It's nominated for 10 awards, and if I hadn't lost all my money on the Super Bowl, I'd be placing my bets.
I wish I could call up every single person who told me, "Sleep while you can!" and inform them that their advice was terrible. I wish I had used all that nap time to go to the movies, because I miss it a whole lot.
Consider what is now reality -- television is an important way to expand your talents, extend your career and rid yourself of cubas (named for the epitome of the post-Oscar slump, Cuba Gooding, Jr.). With that in mind, here are 11 Oscar Winners Who Need a TV Show, STAT.
The animation is breathtaking. Not in that computer animated we-see-every-piece of hair-follicle-sway-in-the-wind, but more like a Matisse painting come to life.
In Kirkland, a star was born -- in her forties. Kirkland's Anna, a faded Czech star stumbling into Manhattan striving for a new beginning, is just as stunning 25 years later.
The Motion Picture Association of America has never written me a paycheck for anything. They're not backing my picture. These are not nice guys. They are not in this business to help filmmakers at all.
My former bullies pay extra to come backstage and meet me after shows, and I pretend not to know them in front of their friends. It is the most divine pleasure to exact the revenge of the brutalized child that resides within.
Heigl is good at talking the talk -- speaking out about the inherent sexism in the movie industry -- but she seems almost willfully against challenging the norms of gender in cinema that she criticizes.
Rihanna and Chris Brown gave what they saw as a birthday present to their fans yesterday -- the release of remixes of two of their songs, which tell us why they are so in love again.
The fervor around the Crawley sisters is something that calls to mind an earlier historically-themed obsession in my female friends' lives: The American Girl dolls.
Adele had just been awarded what can be considered the most notable award of the evening, when during her gracious acceptance speech, whilst thanking her country and fans and stating the pride she held for being part of the British nation, she was cut off.