Boogie Each generation has a defining high school basketball picture to call its own (
One on One, Love and Basketball, Above the Rim, etc.). The dialogue may coarsen, the off-court violence intensify, and the ethnicity of its lead may fluctuate over time, but the events outlined in the narrative basically remain the same, right down to the differing parents, compulsory teen love angle, and/or championship games that closes each picture. Not having seen the poster, at what point do we know this is a coming of age story? Just before Boogie’s (Taylor Takahashi) English teacher assigns
Catcher in the Rye, he informs his class that each student is currently inhabiting their own coming-of-age story. But as far as temperamental Boogie and his contemporaries can tell, Asians are second-class citizens living in a country steeped in resentment. He seconds the rancor of his parent’s generation: his people have earned their place in the kitchen or behind an accountant’s desk, but whe
Monster Hunter: Milla Jovovich and Tony Jaa - gatherers need not apply.
What must breakfast be like at the home of married co-workers Milla Jovovich and Paul W. S. Anderson? “Remember back a decade ago, when I first entertained adapting
Monster Hunter for the screen?” Paul asks. Milla eagerly replies, “The one about the Army Captain who cuts herself free from a Nerscylla pupa, uses gunpowder and flint to cauterize wounds earned from battling a great horned arachnidian, and finds her jaw on the receiving end of a sock from Ron Perlman’s right duke?” A pause and a smile are followed by, “Sounds like fun. When do we start?”
The Map of Tiny Perfect Things: Kathryn Newton as both angel and catch of the day.
From the look of things, Mark (Kyle Allen) is definitely a morning person. He impresses both his dad and younger sis by tending to every item on his breakfast menu with the skill and grace of a six-handed juggler. En route to school, he guides his bike in the direction of the car with a coffee cup perched atop the driver’s side window. He scoops! He sips! He scores with a perfectly-timed slam dunk into a turning garbage truck. Mark is so good, his “Bless you!” anticipates a sneeze by seconds. Has he seen
Mank: Sole author or just another citizen in Welles army?
No matter how lofty one’s stature as an artist or how impeccable one’s list of accomplishments, there will always be someone out there sporting a pair of steel-toed loafers for the soul (and sole) purpose of booting a deity from the Pantheon. ‘Tippi’ Hedren built a career off of bad-mouthing Alfred Hitchcock. Reviews of Jerry Lewis’ movies read like critical contract killings. But not even the
National Enquirer could have concocted a slam as spurious and mean-spirited as the one Pauline Kael leveled against Orson Welles. And David Fincher’s