I still trust Roger Ebert as a film critic. But sadly, I no longer trust him not to ruin the surprises on a whim. I will read Roger Ebert's reviews for as long as he writes them. But I no longer read them before I see a given film.
Super 8 made me nostalgic for a lot of things this weekend. It made me nostalgic for the days when $50 million was a big budget and when movies had their biggest single night on Saturday of their opening weekend.
It's always thrilling when a filmmaker emerges -- to see the movie that truly marks his arrival as someone to watch and pay attention to because he not only has something to say but he knows how to say it.
The adage, "You can't go home again," isn't completely true. You can go home again, but it's going to involve serious heartbreak, a coke binge, multiple altercations, confronting uncomfortable truths and your own mother slapping your just-punched face.