It’s a tale as old as time:
Boy meets girl.
Boy, unsure how to cope with the emotions he feels when meeting girl, constructs a garishly-dressed and ridiculously handsome sociopathic best friend with a chiseled six-pack to form a basement-specific men’s-only club where one of the rules is you’re not allowed to wear a shirt.
Boy blows up greater metropolitan area.
Boy kisses girl.
Would have got more stars but had less men’s asses than I remembered.
This movie is a masterpiece. I could tell you what I like and don’t like about the movie, but instead I am going to get incredibly abstract and weird about it.
An area of study gaining attention these days is post-humanism. The goal of post-humanities is to build theological frameworks to examine the world which ignore human exceptionalism. One area of post-humanities which interests me in particular is critical animal studies.
Professor Seeber, the person who introduced me to post-humanism,…
How do I explain this movie without sounding sarcastic?
James Christmas (Kelsey Grammer) runs away to Nevis because he has problems at home. His ex-wife, distraught because Father Christmas has fled the country (they call him that several times in the movie, I am not trying to be sarcastic), calls on three of his four daughters to track him down and bring him back to the UK for the holidays. Despite his daughter Joanna (Elizabeth Hurley) having a newborn baby…
The academy award should go to Every Passing Second for bringing me closer to the closer of Closer. It sucks. This movie sucks. And I physically cringed so hard my jaw hurts.
The movie is a mess. It starts with Dan (Jude Law) staring directly into Alice’s (Natalie Portman) eyes from across a crowded street until she gets hit by a car. They get together but then Dan kisses Anna (Julia Roberts) who is a photographer but when she turns…
