Winceañeara

Susan and I watched “Quinceañeara” over the weekend. The tiny indie film that garnered critical acclaim and some good buzz after it won awards at Sundance is centered in Echo Park, and I’d very much been looking forward to it mainly for the reason that I’d heard our neighboring hood to the east was so …

No Bull

So in this case, my shaky practice of adding unknown films to my Netflix list based on some positive reviews paid off. Susan and I spun The Matador last night. Starring Pierce Brosnan and Greg Kinnear and Hope Davis as Kinnear’s wife the film came and went in 2005 and it’s too bad because it …

The Ghost Of Christopher Reeve

Susan and I went to the Grove yesterday for a heat-beating matinee. Though we arrived in time for the 1:05 p.m. showing of Cars, we still opted for 1:25 p.m. screening of Superman Returns because even if it sucked it would pay dividends in terms of its near three-hour running time allowing us such extended …

Fool Me Twice Shame On Me

Since the latest season of Thursday’s Survivor is over, Susan and I opted to watch The New World last night and dammit I should’ve known better. See, I suffered Mallick’s previous film The Thin Red Line and swore I’d never give anything Terrence did the time of day. In fact I said more than that …

Woody Gets Away With Murder

Films that suck make me mad. I mean physically mad. Mad like “I wish I had Blank. T. Blank’s blankityblank phone number and/or address so I could aggressively insert myself into their life and tell them how much they and their movie blew until the police show up and arrest me for assault and maybe …