I see a lot of movies in theatre, but I rarely walk out of them thinking about how bad they were or about how I wish I hadn’t spent the money I paid to see them. In the past year, only The Purge (one of the worst and most disappointing movies I have ever seen) and The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (Peter Jackson can legitimately go to hell for thinking it was reasonable to drag this one book...
About fifteen minutes into Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones, a presumably troubled man three rows behind me angrily exited the near-empty theatre at Carlton Cinema. I think he muttered “bullshit” before he left. He wasn’t done, though, returning shortly thereafter, only to leave again ten minutes later. This time he was even angrier, saying something like “Fucking home movies” before leaving...
It started with a joke. On our way to Washington Square Park, struck by the startlingly warm – especially for November – air, we saw a falafel stand. I turned to my friend Daniel and remarked to him with complete sincerity – sorry, artificial sincerity, I was completely lying – that it was the best falafel in town. It was probably no more the best falafel in town than the hot dog stand at St...
Road House stars Patrick Swayze as James Dalton, a professional “cooler” – an elite-level bouncer – hired to bring structure and sanity to a road-side bar in Missouri that is replete with short-tempered heavy drinkers prone to violent outbursts. This, I suppose, makes sense. The resulting conflict between Dalton and Brad Wesley, the corrupt businessman who provides the bar with its alcohol, does...