Starfox is a franchise tucked away in a corner of my adolescence. It was the first 3-D game I had ever played.
With a sigh of relief (or is it disappointment?), Snakes on a Plane is not the pop culture punch-line it so amiably sets out to be.
Every film embarks on a hope of discovery because every film begins with the birth of a world -- this is the promise of cinema.
There'd be a cold wind blowing over hell the day that Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson was made patron saint of street life and ghettos.
When McCarthyism was a social cancer afflicting America, the country was in short supply of qualified individuals willing to operate on it.
Deny man food and he will find his own. Deny him water and he will seek it. Deny him religion and he'll discover salvation in his mother's basement. Deny him many things and he will thrive, but deny him purpose and he will drown.
If all films were music, then DOOM is percussion by petulant eight-year-olds. Here is a film that is almost all cliché, held together like patchworks of mismatched jigsaw puzzles.
Sophie Scholl was a student protestor in Germany during the height of World War II. Sophie was arrested for distributing anti-Nazi pamphlets and was subsequently interrogated then executed in early 1943.
Lars von Triers is like a Danish version of Michael Moore, except he isn't funny and has never set foot in America.
Take a moment and think of mathematics: of its symbols, its obscurity, the gobbledygook found in its reams of incoherency.
