It's that time of year again when Hollywood pats itself on the back for a job well done on a bunch of films that came out in fall or winter, ignoring great films that came out earlier in the year like "Zodiac." While I care very little about the Oscars in general (let's be honest here: a silly little statue of a naked gold man means nothing), here are my picks for the show on Sunday.
So you're single and it's Valentine's Day. The love of your life isn't returning your phone calls, text messages or threatening carrier-pigeon communiqués, so why not rekindle your love affair with cinema?
When Adult Swim first aired, the premiere episode of "Aqua Teen Hunger Force" proved to be the worst of the lineup. Though it is now in its fifth season on Cartoon Network and has proven to be hilariously surreal, the quality of the show is still sometimes reminiscent of its rocky beginning.
My movie-geek friends were surprised to find out that I had never seen anything with Daniel Day-Lewis in it (not even "Gangs of New York").
"Juno" is "Little Miss Sunshine" for 2007: a cute comedy with "indie" sensibilities that has won the hearts of both critics and audiences alike. The main difference between the two, however, is that "Juno" is actually good.
There is a scene in "Dan in Real Life" where one of Steve Carell's character's shrill, insufferable daughters ("She sounds like a tea kettle," to quote an earlier, better Carell movie) is pleading emotionally with him to let her boyfriend stay over. Once she uses the word "love," Carell suddenly laughs uncontrollably at his daughter's naïve stupidity. Not only is it the only genuinely funny scene in the film, but his line also accurately depicts how I felt watching "Dan in Real Life": "You've got to be kidding me."
Editor's note: While Danny and I disagree somewhat on the year's best movies, remember he's the expert. Here are his picks.
After my first viewing of the trailer for "I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry," with its rampant homophobia and the sheer presence of Adam Sandler ("Punch Drunk Love" notwithstanding), I knew it was going to be a film to avoid. When it turned out to be my only viable choice at a movie theater one night, I knew deep within my soul that I was going to hate it and write a scathing review.
Take a good look at the poster for "Scarface" with that famous black-and-white image of Al Pacino. Now imagine Denzel Washington in the place of Pacino (he even holds a pistol in the same hand) and plop Russell Crowe behind him for good measure, and you have the poster for Ridley Scott's new film, "American Gangster," which was surely no accident.