Ass Backwards (American Film)
I can’t remember at what point in Ass Backwards it hit me that I was watching a bad movie, but it hit me.
I can’t remember at what point in Ass Backwards it hit me that I was watching a bad movie, but it hit me.
A last-minute statistic-Beatles-driven decision and a conversation with a co-worker regarding the musicians involved got me into attending Ringo Starr’s concert.
Claire Denis has made a film truly dedicated to emphasizing that the people within it are exactly what the title states.
Oliver Hirschbiegel’s miserable film is nothing more than a bloated, nearly two hour exposé about how melodramatic Princess Diana’s life was.
Steve McQueen’s film deserves as much praise and discussion as it does cricism for serving as a brilliant and harrowing depiction of Northup’s years of enslavement bleeding together as he loses track of his past
A man falls madly in love with a woman who gets a rare water lily lung condition that needs to be treated merely by being surrounded by flowers.
After quite some time, I managed to revisit Darren Aronofsky’s Requiem for a Dream, and it’s still holding strong for me.
If you haven’t seen the first Insidious film yet, then you should view it because Insidious: Chapter 2 picks up right where the first film ended.