Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Review – Dante's Peak

This is like Volcano only even more poorly paced. Pierce Brosnan stars as a geologist sent to the tiny town of Dante’s Peak to investigate some unusual seismic activity. Naturally it turns out to be the local volcano reactivating itself. And equally naturally, the local townspeople don’t believe it any more than the good folks of Amity Island thought they had a shark problem until it swam up and … well, you know the rest. This thing takes an hour or so for anything interesting to happen, but once the peak blows the movie becomes an unending parade of perils with little let-up. Some of the effects are kinda fun, but most of the rest of it is nerve-grating. See if desperate

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Review – Factory Girl


Once again members of the upper crust of the East Coast art scene turn out to be spectacularly dull. Sienna Miller does a solid job playing the tragic Edie Sedgwick, superstar of the Warhol camp. Less impressive are Guy Pearse as Warhol (every once in awhile his performance lapses into Priscilla Queen of the Desert) and Hayden “Anakin Skywalker” Christiansen as Bob Dylan. I suppose the story of Sedgwick’s self-destruction (largely blamed on Warhol) is sad enough, but it’s just not all that interesting. See if desperate

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Review – Death of a President

Most of the mockumentaries I’ve seen lately have been comedies, but this one is deadly serious. The central thesis is that in October 2007 George W. Bush was assassinated, and this is a documentary made in the wake of the event and its aftermath. The main conclusion appears to be that the government would use such an event as an excuse to blame Islamic terrorists (whether or not they were actually responsible) and take away even more of our freedom. In other words, as bad as Bush is, things could always be worse. They should have just called this “President Cheney” and left it at that. Mildly amusing

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Review – Attack of the Crab Monsters

Being stuck on a desert island with a mess of giant crabs would be bad enough by itself. But apparently these huge, droopy-eyed refugees from a Thanksgiving parade don’t just tear you in two. They also absorb your mind, so after death you become part of the collective crab consciousness. This is one of Roger Corman’s vintage best terrible, low budget horror flicks. See if desperate