Seriously. I know there's a lot of film bloggers out there, who, um, blog about, um, film, and, um, stuff. But how many of those film bloggers will bother to…
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A bunch of pictures are opening today, most of them likely to be overshadowed by that Shia-Le-Bouef-jumping-out-of-a-building-when-he's-told thingie, so I wanted to do what little I could by encouraging you…
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I generally refrain from weighing in, whenever possible, on all things Oscar, given that, on a certain level—to put it ala Stephen Malkmus—I don't care, I don't care, I really…
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Warner's recent box "The Busby Berkeley Collection Volume Two" is a cornucopia of wisecracking, crooning, dancing, and racial diciness. I examine its particulars in a two-part series at The Auteurs'…
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Wayne's Sergeant Stryker: Never felt so good in his life, apparently. Having been compelled by meme to spill on twelve movies that I ought to have seen but haven't (a…
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