Remind me to never ever get married. Read more…

Remind me to never ever get married. Read more…
“Time’s going by,” says one character in the early scenes of Boyhood, the extraordinary latest film from Texan auteur Richard Linklater. It’s a throwaway line, and an obvious one at that, but those three words serve as a simple guideline for the movie as a whole: time’s always going by.
The nominees are in for this year’s Emmy Awards, and they are the usual cocktail of brilliantly inspired, boringly obvious, and mind numbingly confounding. While the nominees get their tuxes pressed and select the episode they will submit to the voting body for consideration, here are my opinionated rants and wild speculations as to the potential victors of TV’s most anticipated awards. Although I’m not bothering with the miniseries and TV movie categories. Because basically expect The Normal Heart and Fargo to steamroll.
Plastered all over the promotion for Nicholas Stoller’s latest film Neighbors is the endorsement: “From the guys who brought you This is the End.” While there are obvious economic and creative reasons for this marketing tactic, it could be misleading. This is the End, while one of the funniest films I’ve seen in a long time, was all about mayhem on a literally apocalyptic scale. Neighbors, while too being one of the funnier films in recent years, deals with a very different kind of mayhem.
You owe it to your inner 10-year-old to see this movie. You know who I’m talking about: that kid who would come back from school and, no matter how tired they were, pull out their Legos or Barbies or whatever those crazy kids played with.
Oh man. Oh geez. It’s Valentine’s Eve. Either you forgot to get a significant other or you forgot to get something for your significant other. Plus midterms, and that bomb scare. It’s been a rough week. Uncork some wine, buy some overpriced chocolates, and listen/watch/read what a bunch of old dudes have said about love and other Hallmark’s card bullshit.
According to my log, I saw 106 movies from 2013 last year. I don’t know how that happened. I really don’t. That’s about 25 more than I saw any year since I started logging all of my viewings.
2013 will be seen as a banner year for television. Not only did we say goodbye to beloved shows such as Breaking Bad, The Office, 30 Rock, and more, but Netflix took over and changed the game in major ways, by introducing ideas about the medium itself that have TV executives everywhere going back to the drawing board.
The opening credits of director Peter Berg’s latest film Lone Survivor are an eccentrically-edited extended montage of still images and video, all building towards a crucial point: Navy boot-camp is Hell. It trains you to be pushed through the fires of Hell by creating that Hell around you.
The scene is iconic even to those who haven’t read the book or seen the movie: Alex DeLarge, wrapped in a straightjacket and bound to a chair, eyelids held open by metal clips, forced to watch horrifying images with no means of escape, nothing to do but confront them. He wants to look away, but he physically cannot.