no chicks in flicksmakesmesick

The hardest part about reviewing movies on a regular basis is actually seeing the films. This is particularly difficult as the summer blockbuster season explodes – movies are opening every weekend, and all I want to do is hang around the patio of Mexican restaurants with a margarita in my hand. Someone should come up with a way to watch movies outside; maybe a speaker could hang off the window … nah, that’s not going to work. How would you prevent people from hiding in the trunk as cars drive in? Continue reading

Part I: Friends with Kids/Jeff Who Lives at Home

It’s tough to surprise an audience these days. Trailers supply most of the plot for upcoming films, and with the internet constantly buzzing and the thirst for information as powerful as a dog’s after chasing the Comcast installer that you’ve been waiting for from 10am to 2pm, the smallest details are ruthlessly bounced from site to site and tossed to the greedy public as if they were the raw meat meant for the ravenous dog that appeared at the beginning of this tortured metaphor. Continue reading