<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:42:32.652-06:00</updated><category term='underrated'/><category term='2009'/><category term='biopic'/><category term='mediocre'/><category term='black'/><category term='news'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='GOOP'/><category term='ZOMBIES'/><category term='lists'/><category term='50s'/><category term='80s'/><category term='personal commentary'/><category term='advertising'/><category term='documentary'/><category term='military'/><category term='horror'/><category term='foreign'/><category term='erotic'/><category term='western'/><category term='osr'/><category term='mess-terpiece'/><category term='00s'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='action'/><category term='Masterpiece Theatre'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='trailer'/><category term='trivia'/><category term='concert'/><category term='link'/><category term='British'/><category term='postscript'/><category term='guilty pleasure'/><category term='gross'/><category term='2008'/><category term='rant'/><category term='Hitchcock'/><category term='British Favourites'/><category term='romance'/><category term='deaths'/><category term='Will Ferrell'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='drama'/><category term='31 days'/><category term='musical'/><category term='90s'/><category term='teen'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='30s'/><category term='BW'/><category term='Wes Anderson'/><category term='random'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='dud'/><category term='Technicolor'/><category term='sci-fi'/><category term='2010'/><category term='indie'/><category term='thriller'/><category term='book'/><category term='period'/><category term='television'/><category term='Firm'/><category term='Pixar'/><category term='urban'/><category term='shorts'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='animated'/><category term='60s'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='must-see'/><category term='odd'/><category term='70s'/><category term='CD'/><category term='cult'/><category term='bonus feature'/><category term='40s'/><category term='stand-up'/><category term='fairy tale'/><category term='brilliant'/><category term='Christopher Nolan'/><category term='satire'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='avoid'/><category term='classic'/><title type='text'>As I See It</title><subtitle type='html'>"Sir, let me take this moment to compliment you on your fashion sense, particularly your slippers."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>614</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-3952847046806852473</id><published>2012-02-10T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T21:57:51.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty in Pink (1986)</title><content type='html'>Classically 80s, &lt;i&gt;Pretty in Pink&lt;/i&gt; is everything you'd expect a John Hughes movie to be.&amp;nbsp; Despite the questionable fashion, Molly Ringwald, Andrew McCarthy, James Spader, and Jon Cryer cement a sweet coming of age story.&amp;nbsp; A lovely companion piece to &lt;i&gt;The Breakfast Club&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-3952847046806852473?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/3952847046806852473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=3952847046806852473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3952847046806852473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3952847046806852473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2012/02/pretty-in-pink-1986.html' title='Pretty in Pink (1986)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-4134912463127070426</id><published>2011-03-01T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:43:22.091-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='00s'/><title type='text'>The Ladykillers (2004)</title><content type='html'>This is the Coen brothers trying too hard: a great cast has been overwrought in this witless farce&amp;nbsp;of crude jokes, bad accents and stereotypes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the 1955 original starring Sir Alec Guiness and Peter Sellers if you prefer your comedy quirky, but smart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-4134912463127070426?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/4134912463127070426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=4134912463127070426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4134912463127070426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4134912463127070426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/03/ladykillers-2004.html' title='The Ladykillers (2004)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-5415264971312465336</id><published>2011-02-05T22:15:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:19:24.767-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biopic'/><title type='text'>Nowhere Boy (2009)</title><content type='html'>Few people realize how crucially formative John Lennon’s earlier years were. This biopic examines just that in a decidedly unbiased but volatile way. John (Aaron Johnson) was raised by his Aunt Mimi (Kristen Scott Thomas) since he was a young lad. When he is suddenly reunited with his mom, Julia (Anne-Marie Duff) at 15, he becomes torn between the two loves of his life. The sisters battle for his affections and unknowingly shape music and generational icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nowhere Boy&lt;/em&gt; is a succinct film that focuses on the often-overlooked early years of the famous Beatle. Director Sam Taylor Wood’s approach straightforward, introducing the viewer to key players in John’s life. The strict seemingly cold Aunt Mimi who discouraged John’s interest in music and encouraged art. The overly affectionate free-spirited Julia who is more of best friend than mother. From his first mouth organ courtesy of Uncle George to the banjo lessons by his mother, Nowhere Boy quantifies the influences of John’s younger years including his friendship with Pete Shotton, his introduction to Howlin’ Jack and Elvis and the St. Peter’s Church festival that would herald the coming of the greatest writing partnership ever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nowhere Boy&lt;/em&gt; is a solid period film. Set in postwar England, the film looks great thanks to its attention to detail.&amp;nbsp; Watching John’s evolution from pretty boy to Teddy Boy is smart. Casting is spot-on. Aaron Johnson doesn’t so much look like John as much as he channels mannerism and Johns acerbic wit and rebellious nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Nowhere Boy&lt;/em&gt; makes a beautiful companion piece to two other films released this year that examine Lennon’s short but influential lifetime.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Nowhere Boy&lt;/em&gt; is the beginning of a journey.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/11/lennon-naked-2010.html"&gt;Lennon Naked&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is a man confused during that journey.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/11/lennonnyc-2010.html"&gt;LennonNYC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is an enviable man who's journey is complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-5415264971312465336?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/5415264971312465336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=5415264971312465336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5415264971312465336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5415264971312465336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/02/nowhere-boy-2009.html' title='Nowhere Boy (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-797001737242243568</id><published>2011-02-04T23:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T13:58:50.357-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='70s'/><title type='text'>Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (1978)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band&lt;/em&gt; is one of the finest Beatles albums, and sadly, it’s also the name of this campy story starring 1970s music icons like The BeeGees, Peter Frampton, Billy Preston, Earth Wind &amp;amp; Fire, Alice Cooper and Aerosmith (as the Future Villain Band singing ‘Come Together.’)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I wish to declare this musical an abomination, there is something strangely good about it. The only thing The Beatles have in common with this film is the music. The film—a loose concept story of Billy Shears and his band hitting it big and leaving the wholesome town of Heartland and Shears’ girlfriend Strawberry Fields behind. Heartand is taken over by Mr. Mustard. Strawberry goes to find Billy and the band to help save the city. There’s some horrible plot to destroy decency and Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching and listening to Frampton and Co muck about in crazy tight pants and colorful half-opened shirts is nuts! There is no actual dialogue spoken—it’s all sung and sometimes badly. (See aforementioned Earth Wind &amp;amp; Fire singing ‘Got to get you into My Life’.) George Burns narrates the film. The acting is, well, this is The BeeGees and Peter Frampton we’re talking about here. It’s awful too. The skateboards, the hair, the sad special effects… well, it’s awful and therein lies the charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast—no matter how wooden—is fun to watch. Barry and Maurice Gibb are hysterical. Steve Martin pops up for ‘Maxwell’s Silver Hammer’—utterly nonsensical and oddly charming. You don’t who or what to expect. Barry Gibb singing my personal favorite ‘A Day in the Life’. Billy Preston pops up shooting sparks, singing ‘Get Back’ and zapping Peter Frampton. Hearland City Hall looks strangely familiar—like the museum in the remake of House of Wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band&lt;/em&gt; is hysterical. The randomness (Frampton and Steve Tyler ‘fight’ it out, the brothers Gibb rescuing the chick) and poor acting is funny enough to watch because of the people in it. A cult film if there ever was one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-797001737242243568?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/797001737242243568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=797001737242243568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/797001737242243568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/797001737242243568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/02/sgt-peppers-lonely-hearts-club-band.html' title='Sgt. Pepper&apos;s Lonely Hearts Club Band (1978)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-7588580368563342249</id><published>2011-02-01T23:15:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T14:22:33.514-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pixar'/><title type='text'>The Toy Stories (1995) (1999) (2010)</title><content type='html'>It’s hard to imagine that back in 1995 Disney and Pixar knew they were creating a new classic. Fifteen years later and we have a trio of amazing stories filled with genuine heart and authentic characters that everyone (with a soul) connects with. The main characters just happen to be toys and the story very personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first story, we meet our toys. ‘Old faithful’ a cowboy known as Woody (Tom Hanks) feels threatened when his boy Andy gets space ranger Buzz Lightyear (Tim Allen). Intimidated and insecure, Woody takes an immediate dislike to the bells and whistles of Buzz. The film excels on many different levels. But for a babysitting junior high-schooler (me) watching it with her charges, it was funny to them and heartwarming for me. In retrospect, there was and still is an immediate connection to your childhood and those toys you held most dear. The ones that had a special place on the bed when you were told to clean up while the rest when in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toy Story 2&lt;/em&gt; rolled out in 1999. Skeptical of the sequel—I didn’t see this film until 2000—I shrugged it off as a ‘Disney Pixar money grab’. How very wrong. Again, I was amazed at how emotionally connected I was to this story of toys director by John Lasseter. At 20, you’re not quite old enough for nostalgia, but toys are clearly in the rearview mirror. Still, the storyline of Woody being a collector’s item and being held hostage by one resonated for a time when eBay was at its peak and my brother and I are visiting every Wal-Mart to complete a Star Wars figures collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 and along comes &lt;em&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;/em&gt;. I laughed when friends mentioned ‘crying’ at the film’s climax. My nieces mentioned it being scary. Somewhere between 20 and 30, nostalgia set in. For me, &lt;em&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;/em&gt; is not only another adventure for Buzz, Woody, T-Rex and the Potato Heads it’s a trip down memory lane. It’s revisiting that special bond between a child and their toys. Not all of them—just the special ones. Parents and kids alike will identify with this film on some level.&amp;nbsp;Maybe it's the toys, maybe it is Andy. Regardless, there is something special here, something to be treasured, and something not to be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-7588580368563342249?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/7588580368563342249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=7588580368563342249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7588580368563342249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7588580368563342249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/02/toy-stories-1995-1999-2010.html' title='The Toy Stories (1995) (1999) (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-5340772812564795341</id><published>2011-01-29T22:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T09:12:11.782-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Nanny McPhee Returns (2010)</title><content type='html'>Nanny McPhee (Emma Thompson) returns in this sequel to the&amp;nbsp;2005 film. Nanny McPhee arrives to help the Green family with her special blend of magic and discipline. Mrs. Green (Maggie Gyllenhaal) is struggling to cope in her husband’s (Ewan McGregor) absence due to WWII. Not only is she left to work and save the family farm, she must also care for her three small children and their two cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory, &lt;em&gt;Nanny McPhee Returns&lt;/em&gt; should work. The love Emma Thompson has for this character is apparent. But unlike the original, Nanny McPhee lacks charm, spunk, and cohesion. The film had a great cast including Ralph Fiennes and Dame Maggie Smith—but this hodge-podge of scenes and poo jokes isn’t. The surrealistic atmosphere set at the height of the war effort is an odd element, but again, could have worked&amp;nbsp;if the viewer wasn’t as detached as I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Nanny McPhee Returns&lt;/em&gt; could be entertaining for the 6-10 age group. Fans of the first best be prepared for the same great nanny is a less that great production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-5340772812564795341?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/5340772812564795341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=5340772812564795341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5340772812564795341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5340772812564795341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/01/nanny-mcphee-returns-2010.html' title='Nanny McPhee Returns (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-4426578128647143152</id><published>2011-01-28T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:14:47.423-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'>Red (2010)</title><content type='html'>An altogether entertaining&amp;nbsp;movie&amp;nbsp;that pokes fun at itself and others. The wizened cast includes Bruce Willis, Morgan Freeman, John Malkovich, Helen Mirren, and Brian Cox as an ensemble of retired CIA operatives. When a hit is taken out on Frank Moses (Willis), he goes on the run to save his own life and that of his former team who have been classified as &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;etired and &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xtremely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;angerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The success of &lt;em&gt;Red&lt;/em&gt; is in the fact the film doesn’t take itself too seriously. Willis and Co. executes a pitch perfect blend of sarcasm and humor in this shark-jumping action comedy. The cast is obviously having fun, enjoying one another’s company. Fortunately, the viewer gets to ride along. Willis is essentially playing himself, swagger and wit-filled. John Malkovich gets a great turn as the mad conspiracy theorist of the group. Helen Mirren is a great surprise and tempers the comedy with class. Also along are Ernest Borgnine and Karl Urban. (Why did his star quit shining?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Red&lt;/em&gt; is not Oscar winning material. The plot is perfectly predictable, but it doesn’t matter. &lt;em&gt;Red&lt;/em&gt; is too good of a good time for anyone to care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-4426578128647143152?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/4426578128647143152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=4426578128647143152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4426578128647143152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4426578128647143152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/01/red-2010.html' title='Red (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-429743037556717522</id><published>2011-01-26T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T20:52:39.997-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'>Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World (2010)</title><content type='html'>Slacker and aspiring rocker Scott Pilgrim (Michael Cera) falls in love with an Amazon.com delivery girl named Ramona (Mary Elizabeth Winstead). To win her love, he is unwittingly committed to defeating her seven evil exes in the Mortal Kombat-esque battles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I’m unfamiliar with the source material of &lt;em&gt;Scott Pilgrim vs. the World&lt;/em&gt; is doesn’t keep me from enjoying this strange little film. Hyper-kinetic, viscerally engaging, the film feels like (not speaking from experience here) like a crack addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The action herein is tongue-in-cheek, steeped in pop culture, and just cool. It’s as if you and Edgar Wright have an inside joke. For those remotely interested in video games (like myself), it’s fun. For those epic gamers, I imagine there’s a whole other layer for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director Edgar Wright—who hasn’t made a bad movie yet—channels Cera’s laid back demeanor and uses it alongside a great supporting cast that includes Kerian Culkin as a snarky gay roommate, Brandon Routh and Chris Evans evil-exes, Allison Pill as a bandmate and an unexpected Jason Schwartzman to create a smart romantic comedy for a younger generation. It’s like &lt;a href="http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/06/youve-got-mail-1998.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’ve Got Mail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for Generation Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World&lt;/em&gt; is self-aware without being obnoxious. It’s witty and and stylized and quite possibly Michael Cera’s best to date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-429743037556717522?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/429743037556717522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=429743037556717522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/429743037556717522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/429743037556717522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/01/scott-pilgrim-vs-world-2010.html' title='Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-4985058398715729791</id><published>2011-01-23T21:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:48:11.467-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><title type='text'>Buried (2010)</title><content type='html'>Ryan Reynolds buried in a box—simple premise with mixed results. As a civilian contractor in Iraq, Paul Conroy (Reynolds) is attacked and kidnapped. He wakes up to find himself buried alive with a Zippo lighter, a Blackberry, a full flask, a couple of glow sticks, a knife and some pocket lint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buried&lt;/em&gt; is equal parts psychological thriller and sociopolitical commentary. Given the limited setting, both director Rodrigo Cortés and Reynolds have to get creative to convey claustrophobic terror with pretty good results. There are few laughable WTF moments that fully extinguish any suspense the viewer builds. But Reynolds gives a commendable performance to the end and keeps the viewer engaged despite the hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Buried&lt;/em&gt; is a memorable thriller thanks to Reynolds. He continues to solidify himself as a Hollywood contender. Nerd Alert: Listen for Stephen Tobolowsky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-4985058398715729791?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/4985058398715729791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=4985058398715729791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4985058398715729791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4985058398715729791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/01/buried-2010.html' title='Buried (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-1709956884298428588</id><published>2011-01-22T22:23:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:02:47.689-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>DeVil (2010)</title><content type='html'>A mechanic, a young lady, a security guard, an old woman and a mattress salesman step into a busy downtown elevator little do they know the devil is among them. These seemingly random people become trapped in the elevator and a grieving recovering alcoholic Detective Bowden races to save them before the devil collects them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Devil&lt;/em&gt; is a solid thriller from the mind of M. Night Shyamalan. Exploring the idea that there are no coincidences, &lt;em&gt;Devil &lt;/em&gt;is equally riveting and horrifying. Between the flickers of light and grainy security cam footage, the group begins to turn on each other as the detective and fellow security guards look on. Directors John Erick Dowdle (&lt;em&gt;Quarantine&lt;/em&gt;) and Drew Dowdle effectively build Shyamalan’s story with a moody score and just enough tight frames. Claustrophobia and fear mount as each one tips the scale. Adding to the suspense is the voice-over of the overtly religious Hispanic security guard. Narrating the events of the elevator based on his beliefs adds a nice touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Devil&lt;/em&gt; is simple in its execution, but it’s the idea—bad things happen for a reason—that goes on to make it worth watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-1709956884298428588?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/1709956884298428588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=1709956884298428588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1709956884298428588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1709956884298428588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/01/devil-2010.html' title='DeVil (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-2968802295746118487</id><published>2011-01-21T22:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:07:34.061-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><title type='text'>Freakonomics (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;If you’ve read the book, then you know what the movie is about.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A myriad of filmmakers bring to life chapters from the amazing book of the same name by economists &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Exploring the rampant cheating in Sumo wresting, if your name makes you more like to secure a good life, and if Roe V. Wade inadvertently created a drop in crime, the movie—as in the book—raises interesting questions.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Using statistics to prove or disprove theories, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://freakonomicsbook.com/"&gt;Freakonomics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the movie and the book are insightful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-2968802295746118487?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/2968802295746118487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=2968802295746118487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2968802295746118487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2968802295746118487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/01/freakonomics-2010.html' title='Freakonomics (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-8471829330735326322</id><published>2011-01-17T17:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:19:26.867-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brilliant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='00s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>Black Swan (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Black Swan&lt;/em&gt; is a terrifying descent into madness from director Darren Aronofsky. Moody and atmospheric, the film takes the viewer on a delusional trip where you are never really sure who or which of your senses to trust. Every element of this film works beautifully to create mirage of fear and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart casting takes the film to another level. Natalie Portman is exquisite at the fragile dancer Sayers. The evolution from virginal ballerina to hardened prima donna is brilliant. Portman plays her masterfully. Her character is so multi-faceted, so physically and emotionally obsessed. Portman deserves an Oscar. As her obsession grows, the viewer is equally repulsed and intrigued. Barbara Hershey as Sayers mom is unsettling in every sense of the word—another beautiful turn. Mila Kunis role as new rival ballerina Lily is parlayed into a thrilling paradox. Vincent Cassel is the company director whose brilliance is only outshined by his lust for his dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an unsettling intensity herein thanks to Aronofsky. His direction is calculated for optimum effect. His ability to capture the erosion of the psyche is amazing. Every frame is calculated for optimum effect. The film oozes with an eerie and unsettling fragility that no words can do justice. The score is vibrates your soul.&amp;nbsp; In retrospect, this film could have been silent in nature and just as effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, one word can describe &lt;em&gt;Black Swan&lt;/em&gt;. Intensity—of which you have never experienced. &lt;em&gt;Black Swan&lt;/em&gt; is difficult to watch, but even more difficult to turn away from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-8471829330735326322?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/8471829330735326322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=8471829330735326322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8471829330735326322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8471829330735326322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/01/black-swan-2010.html' title='Black Swan (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-2490036716295832123</id><published>2011-01-16T21:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:06:39.787-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The Boy in the Striped Pajamas (2008)</title><content type='html'>Eight-year old Bruno’s (Asa Butterfield) life is uprooted when his family moves from their home in Berlin to a new home in Poland so that his soldier father (David Thewlis) may continue his important work. Young Bruno sees a farm from his new bedroom window where everyone seems to be wearing striped pajamas. Isolated and curious, Bruno befriends Shmuel, a boy who lives on the other side of the fence. Unaware of the boy’s fate as a Jew, Bruno provides food and companionship to Shmuel out of his own loneliness. Educated by his tutor, Bruno soon becomes conflicted by his friendship with a Jew. When confronted, he denies Shmuel. But in an act of reconciliation, Bruno embarks on a dangerous journey inside the prison camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Boy in the Striped Pajamas&lt;/em&gt; is another unforgettable film on the subject of the Holocaust. Told from a German boy’s perspective, this film is beautiful in its detail and somber in its execution.&amp;nbsp; It's amazingly atmospheric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast is superb despite glaring English accents. And although you could take to task such a glaring oversight in another production, that criticism is quickly put to rest thanks to such incredible performances. Vera Farmiga as Bruno’s naïve mother who begins to question her husband’s role in the war is exquisite. David Thewlis as Bruno’s father whom fully believes in the Third Reich, but wants to protect his family from the ugliness of the extermination. Thewlis is a pitch perfect cold father/soldier. But it is young Asa Butterfield who speaks volumes with his inquisitive eyes that carries the film. His innocence and naiveté is enviable. And as Bruno discovers the hard realities before him, it is the viewer alongside Bruno who feels the wind blow cold and your heart break. David Hayman as Pavel—he is supposed to be a supporting character, but his role as a doctor turned Jewish prisoner of war and house servant epitomizes the subject matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with all it’s faults (underdeveloped Schmuel, underutilized Thewlis, bad accents) nothing can prepare you for &lt;em&gt;The Boy in the Striped Pajamas&lt;/em&gt;. As I see it, much like &lt;em&gt;The Pianist&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Schindler’s List&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Boy in the Striped Pajamas&lt;/em&gt; has you consider yet another view—one that forces you to see the beauty in the ugliness, one that saddens you when something so innocent is destroyed by ignorance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-2490036716295832123?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/2490036716295832123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=2490036716295832123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2490036716295832123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2490036716295832123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/01/boy-in-striped-pajamas-2008.html' title='The Boy in the Striped Pajamas (2008)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-1218105117209676021</id><published>2011-01-15T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:01:34.782-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Picture Me: A Model's Diary (2009)</title><content type='html'>Sara Ziff is the unlikely supermodel covered in this documentary.&amp;nbsp; With girl next door good looks, Sara and her filmmaker boyfriend, Ole track Sara's rise to international model in this fascinating documentary.&amp;nbsp; Recorded over a few years, &lt;em&gt;Picture Me&lt;/em&gt; pulls the curtain back on the glamorous world of modeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture Me&lt;/em&gt; is fascinating.&amp;nbsp; What makes it interesting is Sara herself.&amp;nbsp; The young woman is torn between the incredible opportunities presented by&amp;nbsp;the business of modeling (money, fame, travel) and security of pursing higher education.&amp;nbsp; She decides to ride her star as far as it will take her.&amp;nbsp; The film documents the highs (paychecks, people, clothes) and lows (exhaustion, exploitation, working conditions) and the ultimate toll it takes on the women who pursue a career in modeling.&amp;nbsp; Sara's endearing manor and the honesty of her peers is insightful.&amp;nbsp; Whether on the catwalk or&amp;nbsp;at a photoshoot, these girls all want the same thing: security--they just happened to choose modeling as a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Picture Me&lt;/em&gt; won't incite reform like Sinclair's&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;The Jungle,&lt;/em&gt; but it does provide an interesting and often critical&amp;nbsp;look at the industry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-1218105117209676021?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/1218105117209676021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=1218105117209676021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1218105117209676021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1218105117209676021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/01/picture-me-models-diary-2009.html' title='Picture Me: A Model&apos;s Diary (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-9055501095371718123</id><published>2011-01-15T18:04:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T18:15:43.407-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Cemetery Junction (2010)</title><content type='html'>This 1970s coming of age story set in an English suburb has a trio of friends struggling to break free of their middle class backgrounds.&amp;nbsp; This labor of&amp;nbsp;love from writer/directors&amp;nbsp;Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant was just a labor for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-9055501095371718123?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/9055501095371718123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=9055501095371718123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/9055501095371718123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/9055501095371718123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/01/cemetery-junction-2010.html' title='Cemetery Junction (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-5289917557391778474</id><published>2011-01-10T13:16:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T18:36:05.744-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'>Going the Distance (2010)</title><content type='html'>Just over relationships, Erin (Drew Barrymore) and Garrett (Justin Long) hook up thanks to a mutual interest in Centipede. As the summer comes to an end, so must their fling. Erin, heading back to San Francisco to finish school, leaves Garrett behind in New York. Traveling between coasts, awkward family introductions, and miscommunications are just some of the challenges that the couple must navigate to keep their relationship alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the&amp;nbsp;film's raunchy covering is a funny look at long distance relationships.&amp;nbsp; The chemistry between Barrymore and Long is undeniable. Just as in &lt;a href="http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/06/fever-pitch-2005.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fever Pitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the duo is quirky cute here. The supporting cast of Christina Applegate, Jim Gaffigan, Jason Sudekis, and Ron Livingston add another level of funny. The dialogue is shallow, but quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Going the Distance&lt;/em&gt; is a straightforward rom-com. It’s a fresh take on the original formula that guys and gals will both appreciate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-5289917557391778474?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/5289917557391778474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=5289917557391778474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5289917557391778474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5289917557391778474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/01/going-distance-2010.html' title='Going the Distance (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-9121493631418362912</id><published>2011-01-08T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:21:52.153-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>The Ricky Gervais Show: Season One (2010)</title><content type='html'>Based on the podcasts of the same name, &lt;em&gt;The Ricky Gervais Show&lt;/em&gt; is essentially three animated characters: Gervais, Stephen Merchant, and Karl Pilkington sitting in a radio studio debating the finer points of&amp;nbsp;inane topics like nudist colonies and having children.&amp;nbsp; It's actually just Gervais and Merchant making fun of stupid random stuff the Pilkington says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only fans of Gervais would truly enjoy the stupidity of it all.&amp;nbsp; Consider me one.&amp;nbsp; As I see it, &lt;em&gt;The Ricky Gervais Show&lt;/em&gt; makes a better podcast that animated series, but either way you have a laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-9121493631418362912?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/9121493631418362912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=9121493631418362912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/9121493631418362912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/9121493631418362912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/01/ricky-gervais-show-season-one-2010.html' title='The Ricky Gervais Show: Season One (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-1675612607304134124</id><published>2011-01-03T23:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:20:40.783-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess-terpiece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'>Knight and Day (2010)</title><content type='html'>On a plane flight back to prepare for her sister’s wedding June (Cameron Diaz) meets the mysterious Roy (Tom Cruise). The plane isn’t off the ground before June is dragged into a crazed adventure involving thrilling car chases, dangerous gunfights, and intense confrontations. One drugged moment after another and June isn’t sure which way is up on this campaign to stay alive. Who is Roy Miller? We all want to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This far-fetched action comedy from director James Mongold is as mess-terpiece. With plot holes large enough for Tom Cruise’s ego, &lt;em&gt;Knight and Day&lt;/em&gt; is just awful.&amp;nbsp;It’s ‘wham-bam-thank you, mamam’ on steroids. Also along for the ride are Peter Sarsgaard, Paul Dano, Viola Davis and Maggie Grace. All these beautiful people and locations are just mucked up with useless unfunny dialogue and mindless action. The film is poorly edited to boot.&amp;nbsp; One chopped scene after another with no continuity, just one flashy grin after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Knight and Day&lt;/em&gt; is pure popcorn entertainment—burnt. Too frantic, too flashy, too choppy. Who is Roy Miller? Trust me, you don’t care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-1675612607304134124?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/1675612607304134124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=1675612607304134124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1675612607304134124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1675612607304134124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/01/knight-and-day-2010.html' title='Knight and Day (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-3243896789506138797</id><published>2011-01-02T14:48:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:55:40.591-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Eat Pray Love (2010)</title><content type='html'>After a divorce, Liz (Julia Roberts) travels the world to find herself. With stops in Italy, India and Bali, Liz finds new friends, forgiveness, confidence, food, love, acceptance, and ultimately, herself. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eat Pray Love&lt;/em&gt; is based on the best-selling memoir of the same name. Having no exposure to the source material, I can’t speak to its faithfulness; but the film is beautiful thanks in part to Julia Roberts. The evolution of the main character makes the story interesting.&amp;nbsp; As Liz, Roberts is captivating if somewhat annoying as she wallows in self-pity.&amp;nbsp;Though each stage of her travels, her character makes subtle changes.&amp;nbsp; In Italy she learns to eat again. In India, she rediscovers herself with the help of Richard Jenkins. In Bali, she finds love with Javier Bardem. I wouldn’t complain.&amp;nbsp; What really nags me is this:&amp;nbsp; with a running time of nearly three hours,&amp;nbsp;the filme really should contain&amp;nbsp;more substance. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So, as I see it… &lt;em&gt;Eat Pray Love&lt;/em&gt; tries to be profound. It’s not, but it is inspirational on some level. The heroine carries on despite the naysayers and ultimately finds what she’s looking for. &lt;em&gt;Eat Pray Love&lt;/em&gt; is entertaining because of it’s beauty—both texturally and visually. It’s like &lt;em&gt;Sex in the City&lt;/em&gt; only less vapid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-3243896789506138797?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/3243896789506138797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=3243896789506138797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3243896789506138797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3243896789506138797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2011/01/eat-pray-love-2010.html' title='Eat Pray Love (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-2067180548388926817</id><published>2010-12-30T22:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:09:41.642-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>Restrepo (2010)</title><content type='html'>Journalist and author Sebastian Junger spent a year embedded with the Second Platoon in Afghanistan. Along with photographer Tim Hetherington, the duo documents the myriad of emotions from a brotherhood than most will never know. The Second Platoon is assigned to the most deadly valley in Afghani territory—the Korangal Valley. Must of the film is about soldiers fighting an enemy they can’t see, building dirt barriers, burning human excrement, and frustrated not only boredom, but the deaths of their fellow man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What strikes me most about this film is how young these soldiers look. Amid the chaos and brutality of their mission are moments of great candor. &lt;em&gt;Restrepo&lt;/em&gt; is violently engaging, graphically absorbing and bittersweet. The war-weary faces of these men speak volumes and Junger and Hetherington capture them wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of your political opinions, as I see it, &lt;em&gt;Restrepo&lt;/em&gt; is an honest look at futility—the Korangal Valley is abandoned altogether as the credits roll. You can’t help respect the raw honesty of the film, but in the same breath question why did we sacrifice young men’s lives for nothing. These boy’s—and they are just that—lives are irrevocably changed. &lt;em&gt;Restrepo&lt;/em&gt; isn’t easy to watch for anyone with a soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-2067180548388926817?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/2067180548388926817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=2067180548388926817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2067180548388926817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2067180548388926817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/12/restrepo-2010.html' title='Restrepo (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-6852928442224488399</id><published>2010-12-29T21:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:25:24.612-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day (2010)</title><content type='html'>Relationships are difficult; even more so on Valentine's Day as we see in this trite romantic comedy from director Gary Marshall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-6852928442224488399?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/6852928442224488399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=6852928442224488399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/6852928442224488399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/6852928442224488399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/12/valentines-day-2010.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-4652352723749857932</id><published>2010-12-09T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T22:05:31.255-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><title type='text'>The Men Who Stare at Goats (2009)</title><content type='html'>With a&amp;nbsp;sold cast including George Clooney, Ewan McGregor, Jeff Bridges, Robert Patrick, Steven Root and Keven Spacey, why did this movie turn out so crappy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-4652352723749857932?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/4652352723749857932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=4652352723749857932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4652352723749857932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4652352723749857932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/12/men-who-stare-at-goats-2009.html' title='The Men Who Stare at Goats (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-9215010669114284565</id><published>2010-12-05T20:11:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:15:29.100-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><title type='text'>Greenberg (2009)</title><content type='html'>Ben Stiller stars as a self-absorbed 40-something who won't play the cards life has dealt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-9215010669114284565?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/9215010669114284565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=9215010669114284565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/9215010669114284565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/9215010669114284565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/12/greenberg-2009.html' title='Greenberg (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-6169889199362292188</id><published>2010-12-02T15:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:16:24.547-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci-fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Alice (2009)</title><content type='html'>In this reimagining of Lewis Carroll’s classic story, Alice (Caterina Scorsone) falls into Wonderland after the Queen of Hearts (Kathy Bates) abducts her boyfriend. With help from Hatter (Andrew Lee Potts), she battles the White Rabbit—a secret society—who enslaved humans to bottle their emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, &lt;em&gt;Alice&lt;/em&gt; is an adaptation made for the SyFy channel. You know exactly what you’re getting now. It’s a solid A movie—not quite the 'B' I was expecting. The costume detail and special effects are visually engaging. It all has a touch of the trendy steampunk aesthetic. The cast is solid—Tim Curry pops up again, but its Scorsone and Potts that successfully carry the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkly humorous, slightly twisted, and thoroughly modern, &lt;em&gt;Alice&lt;/em&gt; is, as I see it, an oddly entertaining new look on the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-6169889199362292188?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/6169889199362292188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=6169889199362292188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/6169889199362292188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/6169889199362292188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/12/alice-2009.html' title='Alice (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-2345878237719430777</id><published>2010-11-27T13:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T13:52:42.245-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='00s'/><title type='text'>As You Like It (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;An overwrought adaptation of Shakespeare’s tale of love and mistaken identity from director Kenneth Branagh set in feudal Japan with a bunch of British people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not his best work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-2345878237719430777?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/2345878237719430777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=2345878237719430777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2345878237719430777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2345878237719430777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-you-like-it-2006.html' title='As You Like It (2006)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-6129324095224159893</id><published>2010-11-26T22:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:22:13.208-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mediocre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='00s'/><title type='text'>Feast of Love (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;Incredibly irritating romantic dramedy with a nice ensemble cast with Morgan Freeman and his ‘God’ personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-6129324095224159893?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/6129324095224159893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=6129324095224159893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/6129324095224159893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/6129324095224159893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/11/feast-of-love-2007.html' title='Feast of Love (2007)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-6387261785446618653</id><published>2010-11-26T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T22:29:23.561-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avoid'/><title type='text'>Kick-Ass (2010)</title><content type='html'>After only fifteen minutes, I wanted my ass kicked for wasting a rental.&amp;nbsp; I'm not offended by gratuitous language or brutality.&amp;nbsp; I am offended by a pointless movie plot centered around a uninspired idiot and Nicolas Cage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-6387261785446618653?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/6387261785446618653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=6387261785446618653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/6387261785446618653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/6387261785446618653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/11/kick-ass-2010.html' title='Kick-Ass (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-5082063845687674270</id><published>2010-11-24T22:53:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T22:35:35.294-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satire'/><title type='text'>I'm Still Here: The Lost Year of Joaquin Phoenix (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Joaquin Phoenix has succeeded in being even more obnoxious that ever before.&amp;nbsp; I've always had a soft spot for this jerk because of his role in one of my favourite films of all times:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://backrowevault.blogspot.com/2010/11/gladiator-2000.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Gladiator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; As Commodus, he was perfectly cold and calculating.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Brilliant&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;performances in &lt;em&gt;Walk the Line&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Two Lovers&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Return to Paradise&lt;/em&gt; lends me to defend his ‘obnoxious’ title.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But after this self-absorbed mess-terpiece, Joaquin is on his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;Whether &lt;em&gt;I’m Still Here&lt;/em&gt; is a calculated hoax or an exercise in narcissism, that’s for the viewer to decide.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As I see it, narcissism doesn’t even begin to cover it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-5082063845687674270?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/5082063845687674270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=5082063845687674270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5082063845687674270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5082063845687674270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-still-here-lost-year-of-joaquin.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here: The Lost Year of Joaquin Phoenix (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-4076777454384445262</id><published>2010-11-23T20:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:46:32.012-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Countdown to Zero (2009)</title><content type='html'>I don’t know how you can watch a documentary of this magnitude and not come away affected in some manner. Although you must temper fear with logic—you must take head to the facts presented here. The danger of nuclear war being used by the unstable political leaders is a viable threat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Countdown to Zero&lt;/em&gt; explores the growing list of countries that have and continue to grow their nuclear armaments. The documentary weights the potential for ‘rogue’ weapons and the hope for global attitude change and disarmament. Peppered with insights from world leaders and policy experts, the film is certainly thought provoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Countdown to Zero&lt;/em&gt; stares directly into the crystal ball and while it doesn’t examine the potential fall-out of said disaster, it does question the world’s seemingly disinterest in who has what and why. Since the first bomb was dropped in 1945, ‘experts’ worldwide have questioned the morality and inherent danger with the medium. This documentary doesn't delve into that either.&amp;nbsp; It's purpose, I think, it simple to begin dialogue among citizens of this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-4076777454384445262?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/4076777454384445262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=4076777454384445262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4076777454384445262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4076777454384445262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/11/countdown-to-zero-2009.html' title='Countdown to Zero (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-5946450028952834624</id><published>2010-11-23T20:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:09:16.575-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>LennonNYC (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;LennonNYC&lt;/em&gt; is a look at John Lennon at his happiest, I think, living in NYC and raising his son. John finally hits his stride in the mid-70s, coming to terms with his tumultuous early years of Beatlemania and his departure from England. Arriving in NYC, John faces deportation and harassment at the hands of the fearful Nixon administration (see &lt;a href="http://backrowevault.blogspot.com/2011/02/us-vs-john-lennon-2006.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The U.S. vs. John Lennon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) for his activism, but he is happy. You can see that in the historical footage provided here. It’s as if John has become comfortable in being John Lennon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This documentary contains great footage of studio sessions, personal home video, cameo concert appearances, media coverage and incredibly personal interviews by the likes of Dick Cavett, Elton John, and Yoko One. The film feels personal. The viewer sees John at vulnerable times when his early solo works aren’t well received by critics and his ‘Lost Weekend’ in L.A. Footage and interview highlights from his son Sean are precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;LennonNYC&lt;/em&gt; is&amp;nbsp;a must see for fans of the icon.&amp;nbsp; It is Lennon at his happiest.&amp;nbsp; It's comforting to know that this troubled genius found peace before death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-5946450028952834624?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/5946450028952834624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=5946450028952834624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5946450028952834624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5946450028952834624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/11/lennonnyc-2010.html' title='LennonNYC (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-2286036440011855776</id><published>2010-11-21T22:09:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:14:26.905-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biopic'/><title type='text'>Lennon Naked (2010)</title><content type='html'>Christopher Eccleston (&lt;a href="http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2008/10/31-days-of-horror-28-days-later-2003.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;28 Days Later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2009/08/gi-joe-rise-of-cobra-2009.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) stars as the enigmatic and de facto leader of The Beatles in this BBC biopic, which examines some of the more complicated relationships of Lennon’s life. Set in the late 1960s—at the height of Beatlemania, Lennon overwhelmed by the demands of fame and seemingly melts down. In his confusion he lashes out in bitterness towards those closest to him. He discovers Yoko, divorces Cynthia and his band mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lennon Naked&lt;/em&gt; takes artistic license at times—I’m sure to evoke a more sentimental tone, but the viewer can’t help but take away how innocently troubled he was. This film’s major focus it the pained, troubled, frightened Lennon and highlights just how alone he was at what should be remembered as his most triumphant times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, Eccleston gives a&amp;nbsp;laboured performance heavy on the acerbic and self-absorbed. &lt;em&gt;Lennon Naked&lt;/em&gt; is a one-sided view of a multi-faceted icon. Fans with a critical eye can&amp;nbsp;appreciate what the film tries to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-2286036440011855776?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/2286036440011855776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=2286036440011855776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2286036440011855776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2286036440011855776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/11/lennon-naked-2010.html' title='Lennon Naked (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-2569780268686752101</id><published>2010-11-21T21:05:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T21:11:16.381-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The September Issue (2008)</title><content type='html'>The inspiration behind &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://backrowevault.blogspot.com/2010/11/devil-wears-prada-2006.html"&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; comes to life in this revealing documentary. Iconic fashionista and &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vogue.com/"&gt;Vogue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; editor Anna Wintour is profiled here in &lt;em&gt;The September Issue&lt;/em&gt;. The September issue of &lt;em&gt;Vogue&lt;/em&gt; is the pinnacle of the fashion print industry. The demanding 9-month long creative process is shown here following the influential director and her creative director Grace Coddington as they attend fashion week abroad, lead insane staff meetings, and endless photo shoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The September Issue&lt;/em&gt; pulls back the veil ever so slightly on the illusive Wintour The so-called Ice Queen allows the camera untold intimacy as the viewer learns what drives the demanding perfectionist.&amp;nbsp; Behind that severe haircut and&amp;nbsp;smileless demeanor is an enviable focused business woman.&amp;nbsp;It is&amp;nbsp;captivating to see how she works among the industry—her name causes designer and stylist alike to tremble with fear. Tempering Wintour is Coddington—an experience no-nonsense creative woman who will fight to end to get her creative vision to print. Personalities clash, but in the end only one woman will win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;The September Issue&lt;/em&gt; is a fascinating look at the fashion industry.&amp;nbsp; If you are even remotely interested in the industry you will not be disappointed here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-2569780268686752101?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/2569780268686752101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=2569780268686752101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2569780268686752101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2569780268686752101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/11/september-issue-2008.html' title='The September Issue (2008)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-7308104055023109622</id><published>2010-11-20T21:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:24:41.645-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>No Impact Man: A Documentary (2009)</title><content type='html'>I can’t help but feel the intentions of writer Colin Beavan were sincere, but this documentary is nothing by a whiny video diary from Colin and his wife, Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experiment: A yearlong crusade to make little to no net impact on the environment. His intentions are noble. Eating local, organically grown food, shopping intelligently to generate no trash except for compost, and using no carbon-fueled transportation. The crusade soon becomes a war for body and mind for the entire family. And by the fifth day of hearing Michelle want coffee or a chocolate bar or lugging packages, etc… you, the viewer, are disheartened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film is admirable, but as I see it, &lt;em&gt;No Impact Man&lt;/em&gt; misses the mark. A balance could have been struck here and a better documentary could have been created.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-7308104055023109622?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/7308104055023109622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=7308104055023109622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7308104055023109622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7308104055023109622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-impact-man-documentary-2009.html' title='No Impact Man: A Documentary (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-1521749320943103574</id><published>2010-11-19T21:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:30:57.897-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biopic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='00s'/><title type='text'>Man on the Moon (2000)</title><content type='html'>Jim Carrey stars as Andy Kaufman in the biopic that I found obnoxious—not because Carrey is awful. I just have&amp;nbsp;no appreciation for the source material.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-1521749320943103574?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/1521749320943103574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=1521749320943103574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1521749320943103574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1521749320943103574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/11/man-on-moon-2000.html' title='Man on the Moon (2000)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-7118610616547753442</id><published>2010-11-11T21:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:14:28.552-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Good Hair (2009)</title><content type='html'>I don’t know the true impetus for wanting to see Chris Rock’s documentary about hair. But I was intrigued enough to queue it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock visits beauty salons, conventions, science labs, and even other countries to examine the industry that is a black woman’s hair. So much of a woman’s identity can be found in her relationship with her hair—no matter her skin color. The focus here is the extraordinary measure that black woman take to obtain the luxurious locks found on European women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an interview with Salt-n-Pepa, we discover the reason behind Pepa’s unlikely hair-do of the 80s—the result of a relaxer accident. Yikes! You can’t help but come away from Rock’s and others honest observations on the ridiculousness behind it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Good Hair&lt;/em&gt; is an interesting social commentary and speaks to a true obsession with humor and candor. Ultimately, good hair is in the eye of the beholder—or rather the scalp of the wearer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-7118610616547753442?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/7118610616547753442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=7118610616547753442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7118610616547753442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7118610616547753442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-hair-2009.html' title='Good Hair (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-7337223131483434932</id><published>2010-11-04T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:42:20.855-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie'/><title type='text'>Cold Souls (2008)</title><content type='html'>Paul Giamatti stars as himself—as an actor who is so overwhelmed by anxiety—he has his soul removed and placed into cold storage. Then is gets lost.&amp;nbsp; So Paul has some serious soul-searching to do.&amp;nbsp; Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This existential dark comedy is heavy on irony. You’re either going to like this movie and appreciate Paul’s execution. Or you are going to hate it—just like &lt;em&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/em&gt;. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As&amp;nbsp;I see it, &lt;em&gt;Cold Souls&lt;/em&gt; lacked the whimsy and emotion of &lt;em&gt;Eternal Sunshine&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Giamatti is good here, but just not interesting enough for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-7337223131483434932?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/7337223131483434932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=7337223131483434932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7337223131483434932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7337223131483434932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/11/cold-souls-2008.html' title='Cold Souls (2008)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-9150767587309820788</id><published>2010-10-31T22:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:34:55.563-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>The Wolfman (2010)</title><content type='html'>For Lawrence Talbot (Benicio del Toro) his life ended the night his mother died. Sent to an insane asylum as a boy, shortly thereafter by his father (Sir Anthony Hopkins), Lawrence leaves the institution a bitter man. When news of his brother’s mauled body reaches him, Lawrence returns to England to find his brother’s killer. When he himself is attacked, Lawrence discovers an insatiable blood lust and an unlikely lineage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Gothic reinterpretation of the 1940’s horror classic is more atmospheric than anything. Gloomy, eerie, and foggy—it looks amazing. The special effects are solid. The transformation from man to wolf and back again for Benicio del Toro is seamless. The scares are authentic. The cast is above average and includes Emily Blunt and Hugo Weaving. Danny Elfman’s score is perfectly brooding. It's just somewhere along the way, the plot got shelved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Toro parlays his broken man turned hairy beast into solid, albeit one-sided role. Hopkins is, as always, fascinating, but too obvious. Emily Blunt is stiff. All do well considering the under whelming dialogue. It’s awful. The director fails to build any semblance of emotionality amid the stop and go pacing and with poor story elements, well, it just kills it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;The Wolfman&lt;/em&gt; is a decent film. It’s visually engaging. But unless you project the original storyline on it, &lt;em&gt;The Wolfman&lt;/em&gt; is only as good as its scares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-9150767587309820788?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/9150767587309820788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=9150767587309820788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/9150767587309820788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/9150767587309820788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/10/wolfman-2010.html' title='The Wolfman (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-6330615965064151799</id><published>2010-10-30T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:11:59.217-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='70s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci-fi'/><title type='text'>Time After Time (1979)</title><content type='html'>Jack the Ripper (David Warner) has escaped Scotland Yard and found his way to the 1970s to continue in his heinous killing using H.G. Wells’ (Malcolm McDowell) time machine. H.G. is determined to set things right again and travels to California in pursuit. Along the way, he meets Amy (Mary Steenburgen), a lonely bank employee. Fascinated by this man with impeccable manners, Amy forms a quick attachment to H.G. who is disappointed that the 20th Century is not the Utopia he hoped.&amp;nbsp; The unlikely duo partners to hunt down Jack.&amp;nbsp; Along the way, H.G. and Amy share their worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time After Time&lt;/em&gt; is a great bit of sci-fi adventure. Limited only by the technology available, the film is smart with its cat and mouse play. More interesting is McDowell’s portrayal of writer and scientific wonder H.G. Wells. McDowell is convincing as 19th Century gentleman and scholar. David Warner is equally good as the ambivalent surgeon turned evil incarnate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All historical inaccuracies aside, &lt;em&gt;Time After Time&lt;/em&gt; is a lively thriller. The added subplot of Wells’ assimilation into the 20th Century and whether he would have been pleased or disappointed—here he struggles with the overwhelming violence reported on television—by what he sees gives the viewer something to think about. One of my sci-fi favorites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-6330615965064151799?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/6330615965064151799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=6330615965064151799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/6330615965064151799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/6330615965064151799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-after-time-1979.html' title='Time After Time (1979)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-5406674824377157047</id><published>2010-10-23T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:47:40.490-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avoid'/><title type='text'>Plaguers (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Plaguers&lt;/em&gt; wouldn't make the cut on &lt;em&gt;Mystery Science Theatre: 3000&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-5406674824377157047?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/5406674824377157047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=5406674824377157047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5406674824377157047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5406674824377157047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/10/plaguers-2008.html' title='Plaguers (2008)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-1986362726882812960</id><published>2010-10-22T21:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:50:16.909-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Mike Birbiglia: What I Should Have Said was Nothing: Tales from My Secret Public Journal (2008)</title><content type='html'>I discovered Mike Birbiglia after hearing an interview by Terry Gross on &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=130644070"&gt;Fresh Air&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to promote his new book &lt;em&gt;Sleepwalk with Me&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Intrigued enough by his book, I queued this Comedy Central special.&amp;nbsp; Although this set is likely old news to most; for me, this&amp;nbsp;set is freshly hysterical without the seemingly required foul language.&amp;nbsp; His approach to comedy is endearing without being obnoxious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-1986362726882812960?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/1986362726882812960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=1986362726882812960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1986362726882812960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1986362726882812960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/10/mike-birbiglia-what-i-should-have-said.html' title='Mike Birbiglia: What I Should Have Said was Nothing: Tales from My Secret Public Journal (2008)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-5157482582884292534</id><published>2010-10-21T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T20:33:35.059-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Lord, Save Us from Your Followers (2008)</title><content type='html'>In this thought-provoking documentary, Dan Merchant takes the Jesus fish to the next level. He wears a jumpsuit plastered with conservative and liberal bumper stickers. Through a man-on-the-street perspective, he examines the cultural divide between ring-wing conservative and socialist leftists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Merchant accomplishes anything here in &lt;em&gt;Lord, Protect Us from Your Followers&lt;/em&gt;, he succeeds in asking Christians to examine themselves. “You call yourself a Christian, but can you call yourself Christ-like?” he asks where faith and culture collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do Christians spew such hate and rhetoric? Why do they seem so close-minded? And yet, the leftists mirror their actions and come across as the saner of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it and regardless of where you are on the ideological spectrum, this documentary will challenge not only your faith, but also your actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-5157482582884292534?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/5157482582884292534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=5157482582884292534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5157482582884292534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5157482582884292534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/10/lord-save-us-from-your-followers-2008.html' title='Lord, Save Us from Your Followers (2008)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-3795642446981726957</id><published>2010-10-13T22:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:12:37.812-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess-terpiece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='70s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='00s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>The Stepford Wives (1975) (2004)</title><content type='html'>The original film starring Katherine Ross as Joanna Eberhart is a complete atmospheric creep-out. Joanna and her husband Walter (Peter Masterson) leave the hustle and bustle of NYC for the peace and quiet of Stepford, Connecticut. Soon after arriving to Stepford, Joanna notices not only a change in her husband, but odd behaviour from its residents. The tension builds as Joanna and her new friend Bobbie (Paula Prentiss) dig deeper into the lives of the neighborhood ladies who seem content with household chores. As the truth is revealed, the viewer alongside Joanna is dying to escape the horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stark contrast is the 2004 remake starring Nicole Kidman and Matthew Broderick. Kidman is pitch perfect as a Stepford wife. Glen Close is equally cold and vacant. But sadly the remake misses its mark. Somewhere between cleverly campy and thrillingly creepy is this waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, the original is well-executed psychological thriller. It’s remake is mess-terpiece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-3795642446981726957?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/3795642446981726957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=3795642446981726957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3795642446981726957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3795642446981726957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/10/stepford-wives-1975-2004.html' title='The Stepford Wives (1975) (2004)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-7905348477409635231</id><published>2010-10-09T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:56:10.746-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The Ramen Girl (2008)</title><content type='html'>Eating ramen is more interesting than this dramedy starring the odd waif Brittany Murphy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-7905348477409635231?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/7905348477409635231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=7905348477409635231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7905348477409635231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7905348477409635231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/10/ramen-girl-2008.html' title='The Ramen Girl (2008)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-5497095520566125107</id><published>2010-10-08T22:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:51:06.817-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='40s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>White Heat (1949)</title><content type='html'>Sadistic gangster Cody Jarrett (James Cagney) loves only one woman—his mother. Jarrett is a high-strung, volatile man who leads his gang of ruthless thieves by fear. When he cops to a lesser crime and gets sent up the river, a power struggle for the gang begins. Mom takes control only to be double crossed by Big Ed and Cody’s wife. When Cody hears his mom took it in the back, Cody stages a prison break to get revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;White Heat&lt;/em&gt; is an incredible character study. Cagney’s Jarrett oozes a demented lust. Ma Jarrett (Margaret Wycherly) is equally fascinating as she manipulates her son and his gang to keep his trust. Virginia Mayo at Jarrett’s two-faced broad is typical of the genre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;White Heat&lt;/em&gt; is a brilliantly executed drama deserving of its accolades. With its dirty-double crossing and incestuous excess, &lt;em&gt;White Heat&lt;/em&gt; has become the standard for an entire genre thanks to Cagney’s remarkable performance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-5497095520566125107?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/5497095520566125107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=5497095520566125107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5497095520566125107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5497095520566125107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/10/white-heat-1949.html' title='White Heat (1949)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-1924976082296366788</id><published>2010-10-07T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:23:27.966-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avoid'/><title type='text'>MacGruber (2010)</title><content type='html'>I don’t know what I was expecting from the SNL sketch turned feature film—but it had Val Kilmer in it. Surely, he wouldn’t attach his name to a dud. I was wrong—so very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacGruber (Will Forte) is an inept and accident-prone special ops agent called back into action to eliminate arch-nemesis and former college buddy, Dieter Von Cunth (Val Kilmer). Also enlisted in this crude charade: Kristen Wiig, Ryan Phillippe, and Powers Booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;MacGruber&lt;/em&gt; is all shades of wrong. It’s unfunny and uninspired. It’s a never-ending stream of f-bombs, elementary dialogue, and gay sex jokes. Yeah…that’s real original.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-1924976082296366788?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/1924976082296366788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=1924976082296366788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1924976082296366788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1924976082296366788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/10/macgruber-2010.html' title='MacGruber (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-3777343821081635634</id><published>2010-10-04T23:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:12:48.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='00s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>House of Wax (2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;I'm not a huge fan of the hack 'n' slash genre of horror.&amp;nbsp; I prefer a finer more nuanced movie; then again, a good scare is aways fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;There is absolutely NO resemblance to the eerie 1953 classic except the name. The newest iteration dumps the old plot and characters in favor of a gory romp starring hot (DUH!), ill-fated teen who take a shortcut to a football game and due to some incredibly stupid decisions end up in the company of some overly life-like wax sculptures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;House of Wax&lt;/em&gt; is a movie about twins. Good ones. Bad ones. Normal, well-adjusted ones. Abnormal, mal-adjusted ones. Carly (Elisha Cuthbert) and Nick (Chad Michael Murray) are the good ones trying to outwit and survive the freakshow that is Bo and Vincent (Brian Van Holt). Meanwhile all the friends played by Paris Hilton, Jared Padalecki, Jon Abrahams, and Robert Richard meet their maker at the hand of a twin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Sp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;eaking of gruesome, each of these murders are disgusting and quite frankly, disturbing. It's all compounded by the casual nature in which these acts are committed. As with most slasher movies, this film lies on the shallow side of things. Don't go for plot depth or character development. Keep it all in perspective and go. Go for the superglued lips. Go for the finger nipped by wire cutters. Go for the dead animal carcasses. Go for the hot wax sprayed on a still alive person. Go for a pole through the head. Go for the decapitation. Go for the scissors, er... go for the sheer diabolical killing scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-3777343821081635634?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/3777343821081635634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=3777343821081635634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3777343821081635634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3777343821081635634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/10/house-of-wax-2005.html' title='House of Wax (2005)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-636904950527175320</id><published>2010-10-03T21:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:10:10.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Chloe (2009)</title><content type='html'>After she suspects her professor husband (Liam Neeson) of cheating, doctor Catherine Stewart (Julianne Moore) hires call girl Chloe (Amanda Seyfried) to test his faithfulness. Increasingly colorful details begin to intensify all of Catherine’s relationships and ultimately put her family in unexpected danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chloe&lt;/em&gt; is an unsuspecting psychological drama that works only because director Atom Egoyan is behind it. In the hands of anyone else, I doubt its success. The casting is top-notch. Amanda Seyfried is surprisingly adept as the title character. She is remarkably authentic despite her unusual beauty. Seyfried parlays Chloe into sexy, ruthless young&amp;nbsp;woman. Liam Neeson and Julianne Moore are fantastical as a six-figure power couple. You want them to succeed, but are secretly jealous of their success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film is a sleek and sensual mirage. Egoyan plays the elements creating a world that seduces the viewer, too. From the super modern lines of the residence to the warm glow of the park greenhouse, each element creates an atmosphere reflective of the character onscreen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, the startling finish elevates &lt;em&gt;Chloe&lt;/em&gt; from average to memorable. But if the film has one flaw, it’s also the ending. The climax, though rushed, is still brilliantly executed. It’s a shame that the ending is so abrupt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-636904950527175320?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/636904950527175320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=636904950527175320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/636904950527175320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/636904950527175320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/10/chloe-2009.html' title='Chloe (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-8069377305189747065</id><published>2010-10-02T22:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:26:08.201-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>Iron Man 2 (2010)</title><content type='html'>Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.) now has a monopoly on world peace. Too bad the government, his peers, and some evil Russian dude want in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a lot going on in the sequel to last year’s blockbuster. Back is director Jon Favreau, Robert Downey Jr., Paul Bettany, and Gwyneth Paltrow. Back is the glam, the attitude, and the special effects. Adding to the fray is a who’s who of cool actors including Don Cheadle (OK, he’s not really all that cool), Samuel L. Jackson, Scarlett Johansson, Michey Rourke, Sam Rockwell, and John Slattery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iron Man 2&lt;/em&gt; is pure popcorn—loud, funny, thoughtless—entertainment. The soundtrack is cool. Stark’s Malibu cliff-side lair is awesome as are all of his toys, friends, enemies, etc.&amp;nbsp; The film is a solid sequel and everything you'd want in a summer blockbuster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-8069377305189747065?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/8069377305189747065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=8069377305189747065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8069377305189747065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8069377305189747065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/10/iron-man-2-2010.html' title='Iron Man 2 (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-3027380587986904923</id><published>2010-10-01T22:30:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:33:18.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='70s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>Girly (1970)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Mumsy, Nanny (Pat Heywood), Girly (Vanessa Howard), and Sonny are a perfect family—a perfectly evil family who lure unsuspecting men into their expansive mansion for role-playing games. Refuse to play by the rules and the new playmates are quickly dispatched to ‘play with the angels’. When Girly and Sonny’s newest friend (Michael Bryant) decides to play by his own rules, the entire household becomes topsy-turvy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;This oddly grisly cult film from the 70s is just weird. Like a train wreck, you can’t look away. &lt;em&gt;Girly&lt;/em&gt; isn’t particularly gory despite horrific deaths—it’s the incestuously creepy relationships of the ‘perfect family’ and their Stepford Wives ways that freak this viewer out. Mumsy is clearly the head of the house with her weirdly little ticks. Nanny is obediently subservient. One gets the sense that she’s more than a nanny. Girly is this stunningly beautiful woman who lives in baby-doll gowns and schoolgirl uniforms with pouty lips and heaving chest. Sonny is cruel hateful boy despite his years. Both children sleep in cribs. This perfect family adheres to a whole other set of psychopathic values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Girly--&lt;/em&gt;perhaps better known by it’s UK title: &lt;em&gt;Mumsy, Nanny, Sonny, and Girly&lt;/em&gt;--is perfectly ghastly. Reminiscent of &lt;em&gt;Whatever Happened to Baby Jane&lt;/em&gt;, the film is a must for any horror-film fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-3027380587986904923?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/3027380587986904923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=3027380587986904923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3027380587986904923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3027380587986904923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/10/girly-1970.html' title='Girly (1970)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-7480028350153201671</id><published>2010-09-30T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:55:29.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='00s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>House of 9 (2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;This low-budget and ultimately forgettable imitation of&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Saw&lt;/em&gt; stars Dennis Hopper as a Catholic priest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-7480028350153201671?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/7480028350153201671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=7480028350153201671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7480028350153201671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7480028350153201671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/09/house-of-9-2005.html' title='House of 9 (2005)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-3501367453289918670</id><published>2010-09-26T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T18:54:02.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hitchcock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>The Trouble with Harry (1955)</title><content type='html'>The trouble with Harry is he’s dead and nobody in the small town knows what to do with his body. Capt. Wiles (Edmund Gwenn) thinks he killed him while out shooting rabbits. Miss Gravely (Mildred Natwick) knows she did it, but Harry shouldn’t have grabbed her. Jennifer Rogers (Shirley MacLaine) thinks she did it and Sam Marlowe (John Forsythe) didn’t but wishes he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This macabre murder mystery comes from director Alfred Hitchcock. Making &lt;em&gt;The Trouble with Harry&lt;/em&gt; worth the trouble, is the gallows humor and the ‘will they or won’t they’ suspense from the ensemble cast. Poor Harry is buried and dug up over the course of a day in this nice little tourist town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The production is, of course, top-notch. Hitchcock’s direction is unparalleled. He frames Harry’s death with autumn in Vermont making quite the juxtaposition. The Technicolor is brilliant making the scene oddly morbid. Unexpected shots, gory details and comedic timing to die for enhance superb performances by John Forsythe and Edmund Gwen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;The Trouble with Harry&lt;/em&gt; is a clever unstated comedy—sadly, it’s probably lost on modern film fans. That’s too bad, because this is one of Hitchcock’s most twisted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-3501367453289918670?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/3501367453289918670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=3501367453289918670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3501367453289918670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3501367453289918670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/09/trouble-with-harry-1955.html' title='The Trouble with Harry (1955)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-8764088574922689947</id><published>2010-09-24T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:07:06.803-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><title type='text'>That Thing You Do (1996)</title><content type='html'>This film is as bland as the title suggests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-8764088574922689947?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/8764088574922689947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=8764088574922689947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8764088574922689947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8764088574922689947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/09/that-thing-you-do-1996_24.html' title='That Thing You Do (1996)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-5230174749469077072</id><published>2010-09-19T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:27:32.746-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='00s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avoid'/><title type='text'>Old School (2003)</title><content type='html'>I'm wishing for 90 minutes of my life back right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-5230174749469077072?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/5230174749469077072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=5230174749469077072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5230174749469077072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5230174749469077072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/09/old-school-2003.html' title='Old School (2003)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-3562577082131504003</id><published>2010-09-17T22:46:00.034-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:26:08.204-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>Letters to Juliet (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Letters to Juliet&lt;/em&gt; is a sufficient romantic comedy complete with the prerequisites sans vapidity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dashing male interest (Christopher Egan)who is misunderstood as a jerk, but is actually a socially-aware and kind-hearted sap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oddly-beautiful single girl (Amanda Seyfried) who has it all, but is dissatisfied with career thereby causing her to reconsider her young life's work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loser boyfriend who under appreciates said single girl (played by Gael Garcia Bernal)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Astute mentor (Vanessa Redgrave) who is able to dispense wise words over a glass of wine while mentally calculating how to hook up her single girl pal with a charming suitor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a soul-searching journey (across&amp;nbsp;Italy) on behalf of someone else (see mentor) but ultimately reaping rewards alongside said person (see oddly-beautiful single girl)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'warm glow'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one 'look up at the stars at night and ponder' sequence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mild innuendo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;easy physical comedy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;soft scoring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letters to Juliet&lt;/em&gt; is an easily enjoyable film&amp;nbsp;for the romantic.&amp;nbsp; Vanessa Redgrave steals the show as Claire, but kudos to Amanda Seyfried&amp;nbsp;who holds her own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-3562577082131504003?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/3562577082131504003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=3562577082131504003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3562577082131504003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3562577082131504003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/09/letters-to-juliet-2010.html' title='Letters to Juliet (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-4595866683865517837</id><published>2010-09-16T21:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T21:14:46.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='70s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avoid'/><title type='text'>The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)</title><content type='html'>How about you pretend not to read this and I'll pretend I didn't see it.&amp;nbsp; DEAR GOD!&amp;nbsp; MY EYES!!&amp;nbsp; OH!!&amp;nbsp; MY EYES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-4595866683865517837?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/4595866683865517837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=4595866683865517837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4595866683865517837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='2008'/><title type='text'>British Favourites: Being Human (2008-??)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The British do it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A vampire, a werewolf, and a ghost rent a flat.&amp;nbsp; No, its not the beginning of a joke.&amp;nbsp; But it is the premise for another stellar BBC production.&amp;nbsp; And while the description alone would lead the viewer to think comedy, &lt;em&gt;Being Human&lt;/em&gt; is so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mitchell, the vampire and his werewolf buddy, George rent a flat haunted by a ghost names Annie.&amp;nbsp; The odd trio help each other survive being immortal in a mortal world.&amp;nbsp; Mitchell is on the wagon--swearing off human blood.&amp;nbsp; George refers to his mutation as his 'time of the month'.&amp;nbsp; Annie is trying to figure out why she can't pass on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The combination of dry humor, dramatic spells,&amp;nbsp;modern dialogue,&amp;nbsp;special effects, and overall brilliant execution makes being human an incredible show.&amp;nbsp; The chemistry between the ensemble is spot-on creating supernatural authenticity.&amp;nbsp; It's smart, funny, and so very British.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being Human&lt;/em&gt; is another great example of quality programming that very few of us will get to see.&amp;nbsp; I'm jealous of our friends across the pond.&amp;nbsp;What a shame that our nation's collective IQ doesn't support such awesome productions here.&amp;nbsp; The debut season is available on DVD from &lt;a href="http://www.netflix.com/"&gt;Netflix&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Being-Human-Season-Lenora-Crichlow/dp/B003IMERF6/ref=sr_1_2?s=dvd&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1284603810&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Season &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Being-Human-Season-Lenora-Crichlow/dp/B003WEAW2C/ref=pd_bxgy_d_text_b"&gt;Two&lt;/a&gt; drops next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-5403117093207448990?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/5403117093207448990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=5403117093207448990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5403117093207448990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5403117093207448990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/09/british-favourties-being-human-2008.html' title='British Favourites: Being Human (2008-??)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-7845743168166921290</id><published>2010-09-12T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:50:28.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ZOMBIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>George A. Romero's Survival of the Dead (2009)</title><content type='html'>I’ve started to think that George A. Romero should retire. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2008/10/30-days-of-horror-night-of-living-dead.html"&gt;Night of the Living Dead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is the pinnacle of zed films. Standing alongside is &lt;em&gt;Dawn of the Dead&lt;/em&gt;. I will always love Romero for his contribution to pop culture. But stop; please stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what is essentially the undead-hating Hatfields versus the cure-seeking McCoys, &lt;em&gt;Survival of the Dead&lt;/em&gt; is an unmitigated disaster. Look, I gave Romero a pass with &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2008/06/george-romeros-diary-of-dead-2007.html"&gt;Diary of the Dead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It has solid social commentary amid a few good frights and laughs. This film has nothing. Even the zombies are bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Survival of the Dead&lt;/em&gt; asks the question: Can the dead and undead co-exist? Decades of zed-films give us the answer: HELL NO! Romero’s attempt here is uninspired. It’s also unfunny, ungory, and as I see it, unworthy of your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-7845743168166921290?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/7845743168166921290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=7845743168166921290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7845743168166921290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7845743168166921290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/09/george-romeros-survival-of-dead-2009.html' title='George A. Romero&apos;s Survival of the Dead (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-1889324587964293072</id><published>2010-09-10T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:24:33.886-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci-fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>The Book of Eli (2010)</title><content type='html'>In a post-apocalyptic world, Eli (Denzel Washington) travels West determined to deliver a sacred book that will save the world. In his travels, he meets many wanderers. When he stumbles upon a ramshackle town run by Carnegie (Gary Oldman)—a man obsessed with finding the book Eli is protecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Book of Eli&lt;/em&gt; is part &lt;em&gt;Mad Max&lt;/em&gt; with its gritty, steam-punk feel and part &lt;em&gt;The Matrix&lt;/em&gt; with its tight action sequences and mythology. Though the film has as much plot as the two of them combined, I have a feeling you’re either going to love this film or hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cinematography is amazing. Shots are brilliantly framed, creating untold angles and interest. The play of negative spaces does more to convey bleakness than ever before. The dialogue of the film is limited, so directors Allen and Albert Hughes depend on the atmosphere to create hopelessness and boy, do they succeed. It’s deceptively simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;The Book of Eli&lt;/em&gt; is a fine waste of time. The cast is just interesting enough, but it’s really the adept hand of the Hughes brothers that makes this film thought-provoking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-1889324587964293072?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/1889324587964293072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=1889324587964293072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1889324587964293072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1889324587964293072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/09/book-of-eli-2010.html' title='The Book of Eli (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-2824308682597701836</id><published>2010-08-29T21:35:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:49:43.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Masterpiece Theatre: Poirot: Murder on the Orient Express (2010)</title><content type='html'>Hercule Poirot is seen here in his finest hour in &lt;em&gt;Murder on the Orient Express&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The prim Belgium detective is a passenger on the Orient Express bound for London when a murder occurs aboard the train.&amp;nbsp; Sifting through a litany of suspects, Poirot is puzzled with the evidence leads to more than one suspect.&amp;nbsp; Can it be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say it &lt;a href="http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/08/masterpiece-theatre-poirot-appointment.html"&gt;again&lt;/a&gt;: David Suchet makes this detective.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;will never be able to imagine Poirot any other way.&amp;nbsp; Though the episode is darker and more ominous that&amp;nbsp;we've come to expect, the production is thrilling in part to Suchet's emobodiment of the characters.&amp;nbsp; Supported by other fine BRitish actors, the production is brilliantly executed.&amp;nbsp; As with all BBC productions, no expense seems to be spared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans of the detective will no doubt enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-2824308682597701836?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/2824308682597701836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=2824308682597701836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2824308682597701836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2824308682597701836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/08/masterpiece-theatre-poirot-murder-on.html' title='Masterpiece Theatre: Poirot: Murder on the Orient Express (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-3765233245921168839</id><published>2010-08-28T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:33:20.393-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Up in the Air (2009)</title><content type='html'>Writer/director Jason Reitman’s &lt;em&gt;Up in the Air&lt;/em&gt; is a nice movie; too bad it’s boring. And that’s a shame. There’s a great cast led by George Clooney with some obscure favorites like Vera Farmiga, Anna Kendrick, J.K. Simmons, Jason Bateman, Danny McBride and my new, new favorite: Zach Galifianakis. But this movie felt as cold as the airport terminals it was filmed in. No chemistry, no inspiration, no anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the wit and humor of Reitman’s earliest work, &lt;em&gt;Thank You for Not Smoking&lt;/em&gt;. Just like &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2008/05/juno-2007.html"&gt;Juno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the charm of &lt;em&gt;Up in the Air&lt;/em&gt; is lost on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-3765233245921168839?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/3765233245921168839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=3765233245921168839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3765233245921168839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3765233245921168839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/08/up-in-air-2009.html' title='Up in the Air (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-1372786762452945297</id><published>2010-08-27T22:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T22:34:36.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Dorian Gray (2009)</title><content type='html'>This retelling of Oscar Wilde’s novel &lt;em&gt;The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;/em&gt; is a far&amp;nbsp;more visceral experience than you’d expect. It’s an assault on the senses. Lavish, lurid, breath-taking, and sometimes shocking, this is a new look at an old Dorian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film’s one success is owed to&amp;nbsp;impeccable performances by Colin Firth and Ben Barnes (Prince Caspian). As Gray, Barnes is perfectly naïve; his decent in hedonism is more direct in this version, but Barnes plays so nonchalant it’s captivating. As chief influencer, Lord Henry Wotton, Colin Firth is at his most devious. Wotton’s infatuation with Gray is reciprocated with disastrous results, but watching Firth and Barnes flirt is something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with any interpretation, the book is merely source material. Director Oliver Parker focuses on sexual deviation as Dorian’s primary corrupter. The book was broader in pleasures, more refined and considered the ramifications of said lifestyle. The film&amp;nbsp;belabours&amp;nbsp;Dorian's bedroom affairs much to the discredit of the director. Sadly, the film doesn’t delve deep enough into the morality--a primary theme of the book--furthering the disappointment for this viewer. Still the brooding Gothic overtones and occasional starts may&amp;nbsp;keep you intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Dorian Gray&lt;/em&gt; is a picture show and a gorgeous one at that. The period settings, costumes, and cast are simply stunning. A keen eye will notice the gradation of color as Gray’s descends into debauchery. But the film lacks a key emotional element that makes the book far more interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-1372786762452945297?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/1372786762452945297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=1372786762452945297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1372786762452945297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1372786762452945297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/08/dorian-gray-2009.html' title='Dorian Gray (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-8070344288689706971</id><published>2010-08-25T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T22:23:30.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90s'/><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasure: The Bodyguard (1992)</title><content type='html'>Uninspired clichés, bad montages, and equally bad acting does not keep me from enjoying &lt;em&gt;The Bodyguard&lt;/em&gt;. As Frank Farmer—a former Secret Service agent who’s lost his mojo—Kevin Costner gives a bad impression of Clint Eastwood. Sullen, direct, no-nonsense, Frank spars with his new assignment: spoiled pop diva Rachel Marron (Whitney Houston). Houston can’t act, but she could sing. Her incredible vocals are showcased here alongside some really bad costume choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effort to create tension between Farmer and Marron is gravely apparent. Let’s face it. Costner and Houston have about as much chemistry at Bert and Ernie. It’s a valiant, but laughable effort. True to his professional duties, he saves the day by taking the gunshot intended for his client. In a panic, she confesses her feelings. But alas, it is not to be. Stoic as ever, Frank leaves Rachel on the tarmac for the Pope. Fade to black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bodyguard&lt;/em&gt; is rife with goofs and continuity mistakes further cementing itself as a guilty pleasure. Boom mikes pop-up everywhere. Cigarettes and dolls disappear and magically reappear. The plastic katana sword that Marron uses in the bedroom kills me. The soundtrack is all this film has going for it but in spite of it all, &lt;em&gt;The Bodyguard&lt;/em&gt; works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-8070344288689706971?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/8070344288689706971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=8070344288689706971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8070344288689706971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8070344288689706971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/08/guilty-pleasure-bodyguard-1992.html' title='Guilty Pleasure: The Bodyguard (1992)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-787959337314606600</id><published>2010-08-23T23:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:26:08.208-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>Piranha 3D (2010)</title><content type='html'>Combine the bloodshed of storming the beaches of Normandy found in &lt;em&gt;Saving Private Ryan&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;em&gt;Girls Gone Wild&lt;/em&gt; on location at Panama City Beach and &lt;em&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/em&gt; and you’ve got &lt;em&gt;Piranha 3D&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flesh bounces, jiggles, glistens, fillets, tears, and bleeds unmercifully in the abomination. Let’s just say director Alexandre Aja (&lt;em&gt;The Hills Have Eyes&lt;/em&gt; remake,&lt;em&gt; High Tension&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Mirrors&lt;/em&gt;) goes for broke blurring the line between camp, porn, and bad taste in this rehash of Joe Dante’s 1978 cult classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, just know you are going to see a movie where it is appropriate to yell ‘that’s what she said’ at the screen after every sentence. You’re going for gratuitous nudity, innumerable deaths, and campy humor. You’re going to have blast despite shoddy special effects and nonexistent plot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-787959337314606600?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/787959337314606600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=787959337314606600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/787959337314606600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/787959337314606600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/08/piranha-3d-2010.html' title='Piranha 3D (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-1499768622080044282</id><published>2010-08-22T19:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:37:12.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher Nolan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Following (1998)</title><content type='html'>A young writer (Jeremy Theobald) begins to follow random strangers in an attempt to develop material. Enter a local two-bit burglar (Alex Haw) who enters local flats more for the thrill than the theft. Fascinated, the writer job-shadows the burglar and quickly becomes his apprentice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer/director Christopher Nolan brings us this odd B&amp;amp;W noir thriller. Taut, intriguing and claustrophobic &lt;em&gt;Following&lt;/em&gt; is reminiscent of &lt;em&gt;Memento&lt;/em&gt; without a budget. Nolan must invent that which he cannot afford and it serves the viewer well.&amp;nbsp; Observatoin is key as Nolan heaps layer after layer of detail upon the senses.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As the layers unfold their secrets, a seediness arises that makes you feel like a voyeur in this blighted&amp;nbsp;London neighborhood. The tension rises to the breaking point&amp;nbsp;with the last ten minutes exploding your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Following&lt;/em&gt; is a rather auspicious debut from Nolan.&amp;nbsp; The film is&amp;nbsp;a tight, low-budget&amp;nbsp;masterpiece and a must-see for fans of this director.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-1499768622080044282?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/1499768622080044282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=1499768622080044282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1499768622080044282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1499768622080044282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/08/following-1998.html' title='Following (1998)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-2173052639683543103</id><published>2010-08-20T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T22:24:10.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='70s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='western'/><title type='text'>Hannie Caulder (1971)</title><content type='html'>At some point in this western starring a stunning Raquel Welch, Christopher Lee, Ernest Borgnine, Jack Elam, and Robert Culp, it was discovered the budget ran out.&amp;nbsp; How else can I explain this hodge-podge of events and abrupt ending?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry, dusty hills of Mexico are the backdrop of piddly robbers, over-qualified gunslingers, and Raquel Welch. It was neat to see a youngish Lee.&amp;nbsp; As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Hannie Caulder&lt;/em&gt; is a niche film and not a very good one at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-2173052639683543103?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/2173052639683543103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=2173052639683543103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2173052639683543103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2173052639683543103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/08/hannie-caulder-1971.html' title='Hannie Caulder (1971)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-7362798683391704334</id><published>2010-08-14T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:24:33.891-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher Nolan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Inception (2010)</title><content type='html'>To review &lt;em&gt;Inception&lt;/em&gt; spoils &lt;em&gt;Inception&lt;/em&gt;. Suffice to say that writer/director Christopher Nolan has created a thrilling philosophical work.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memento&lt;/em&gt; remains&amp;nbsp;my favorite from Nolan—it’s the emotional payoff. But this is a close second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-7362798683391704334?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/7362798683391704334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=7362798683391704334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7362798683391704334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7362798683391704334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/08/inception-2010.html' title='Inception (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-196181980298496232</id><published>2010-08-06T23:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:24:33.895-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will Ferrell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'>The Other Guys (2010)</title><content type='html'>Terry ‘The Yankee Clipper’ Hoitz (Mark Walberg) and Allen ‘Paper B!tch’ Gamble (Will Ferrell) play third fiddle to fellow NYC cops and heroes Highsmith (Samuel L. Jackson) and Danson (Dwayne Johnson). When the dynamic duo of H&amp;amp;D meets their unlikely demise, the desk jockeys finally get their chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, dear readers, is all you’re going to get. Suffice to say the pithy dialogue, voice-over by actor/rapper/bad-a$$ Ice-T and brilliant casting that includes smoking-hot Eva Mendes, Michael Keaton, Steve Coogan, and Ray Stevenson and&amp;nbsp;with cameos by Brooke Shields and Spike Lee create a summer-must see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surprisingly relevant, socio-economic commentary—only if you want to look closely—&lt;em&gt;The Other Guys&lt;/em&gt; is a finely executed action-packed comedy. The film’s success is in its delivery. The onscreen chemistry between Ferrell and Walberg is top-notch. With both playing straight, the film contains less sight gags than you’ve come to expect from McKay’s productions. The cop clichés don’t hinder the film. Ferrell and Co. use 'em and&amp;nbsp;blow 'em away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;The Other Guys&lt;/em&gt; is smart rapid-fire comedy. Every element is on par delivering another level of hilariousness. The soundtrack is incredible. Ultimately, it’s the pairing of Ferrell and Walberg that makes it work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-196181980298496232?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/196181980298496232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=196181980298496232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/196181980298496232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/196181980298496232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/08/other-guys-2010.html' title='The Other Guys (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-1213224546731243784</id><published>2010-08-05T20:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T21:15:41.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Masterpiece Theatre: Poirot: Appointment with Death (2008)</title><content type='html'>Belgian sleuth Hercule Poirot (David Suchet) is vacationing in Syria when he joins a party at the archaeological dig in for the skull of St. John the Baptist. When Lady Boyton is murdered, Poirot finds himself surrounded by family members with motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suchet embodies Christie’s intrepid detective nicely. While I can’t speak to the faithfulness of the novels, Suchet’s Poirot is everything I imagine him to be. His accent is unforgiving as is his penchant for impeccable grooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supporting cast in this episode include people ‘you know you know’, but can’t put a name with. Who played Evy’s brother in &lt;em&gt;The Mummy&lt;/em&gt;? John Hannah! He moonlights here as an enigmatic rogue. Christina Cole—a BBC production staple—plays an eager your doctor trying to catch the eye of the younger Boynton lads. And Tim Curry!! Thick, aged, and delightfully eccentric, Curry appears as the obsessed archeologist Lord Boynton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, Appointment with Death is as lavish a&amp;nbsp;production as you've come to expect. Every detail is as refined as Poirot’s moustache. The episode is a surprisingly taut thriller that will have you guessing right up to the end. Fans of the Belgian will not be disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-1213224546731243784?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/1213224546731243784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=1213224546731243784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1213224546731243784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1213224546731243784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/08/masterpiece-theatre-poirot-appointment.html' title='Masterpiece Theatre: Poirot: Appointment with Death (2008)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-744939232765466088</id><published>2010-08-02T20:05:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T20:08:26.595-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>The Lovely Bones (2009)</title><content type='html'>When 14-year-old Susie Salmon (Saoirse Ronan) is murdered by a local pervert (Stanley Tucci), she watches her family as they deal with her tragic demise. Dad (Mark Walberg) seeks vengeance. Mom (Rachel Weisz) seeks healing. Her murderer is looking to strike again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told from the perspective of the deceased, &lt;em&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/em&gt; is adapted from the best-selling book. Under the direction of Peter Jackson, the film is an unusual blend of elements.&amp;nbsp; It's brilliantly cast. Mark Walberg is remarkable as the tormented father. Susan Sarandon as the chain-smoking grandmother adds some levity. Rachel Weisz is sorely underused.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But Saoirse is phenomenal. Ultimately, it is her performance that you should see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s where it gets tricky. The CGI is amazing. It blends seamlessly throughout the film. But I think Jackson gets wrapped up executing&amp;nbsp;an ‘epic’ and fails the film. He fails miserably. The nature of the film calls for an emotionality that never comes. &lt;em&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/em&gt; loses itself in fantastical sequences where our doomed Suzie wanes philosophical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t go so far as to say I feel cheated by the film’s elusive climax. But it will be polarizing. As I see it, &lt;em&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/em&gt; is a valiant effort by Jackson. But the film is unbalanced--too much CGI, not enough depth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sadly he misses the mark with this adaptation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-744939232765466088?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/744939232765466088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=744939232765466088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/744939232765466088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/744939232765466088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/08/lovely-bones-2009.html' title='The Lovely Bones (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-8220226260490804024</id><published>2010-08-01T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:00:52.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Invictus (2009)</title><content type='html'>February 10, 1992 and the apartheid comes to an end with Nelson Mandela elected to the presidency. In his search to unite the people of South Africa, Mandela (Morgan Freeman) turns to the leader of the country’s rugby team—Francois Pienaar (Matt Damon). Challenged by Mandela to help him unite their country, Pienaar sets out to win the 1995 World Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director Clint Eastwood brings real-life events to the big screen. Adapted from a memoir, Eastwood locks in two fine performances from Morgan Freeman and Matt Damon. Without these two, &lt;em&gt;Invictus&lt;/em&gt; would be another formulaic feel-good drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freeman makes Mandela—of whom I know little—interesting. The very embodiment of ‘being the change you want to see in the world’, as Mandela, Freeman spouts wisdom beyond his years. The film gives us an enigma. Damon owns his performance with conviction. He nails the accent and provides us with an understated, determined man in Francois Pienaar. Equally as interesting is the game of rugby. Intricate cinematography, on and off the field, along with stunning scoring by Kyle Eastwood creates a beautiful production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Invictus&lt;/em&gt; is not Eastwood’s best. But he’s a fine director and anyone investing in this drama won’t be disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-8220226260490804024?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/8220226260490804024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=8220226260490804024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8220226260490804024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8220226260490804024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/08/invictus-2009.html' title='Invictus (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-7026744959133416352</id><published>2010-07-31T21:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:53:50.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><title type='text'>The Art of the Steal (2009)</title><content type='html'>Political maneuvering from the likes Walter and Lenore Annenberg (The Philadelphia), The Pew Charitable Trust, and the City of Philadelphia conspire and succeed to dismantle one man’s humble beginnings that became a brilliant (private) collection of Post-Impressionist and Modern paintings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-7026744959133416352?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/7026744959133416352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=7026744959133416352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7026744959133416352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7026744959133416352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/07/art-of-steal-2009.html' title='The Art of the Steal (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-5675929006729471000</id><published>2010-07-29T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:09:37.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>I Need that Record! (2008)</title><content type='html'>The independent record store is quickly becoming an endangered species. Documentor Brendan Toller explores the demise of local stores amid the rise of music downloads, conglomerate radio, and music labels that look at the balance book not the artist development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toller's doc doesn't lament the record store as much as celebrate it. Amid interesting facts on the monied bean counters, candid interviews with indie store owners and fans reflect on the impact the local stores have made. Toller and his interviewees make the case for 'mom and pop' stores of all kinds. These stores are not only records, they are gathering places for like-minded, independent folks that refuse to be force fed the payola driven Autotune crap that makes it on the air waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film doesn’t make a villain of downloads, $10 CDs or the people that buy them. Instead the finger is clearly given to the music industry suits, their poor management and inability to react to ever changing demand. Toller pinpoints the demise of record stores to the Telecommunications Act of 1996 signed by President Clinton that helped create the monopolies the act was supposed to prevent. Death to Clear Channel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;I Need that Record!&lt;/em&gt; is an interesting, if meager look at an ugly industry. If anything, the film should spur you to support small, local talent and industry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-5675929006729471000?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/5675929006729471000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=5675929006729471000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5675929006729471000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5675929006729471000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-need-that-record-2008.html' title='I Need that Record! (2008)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-5276102356841634585</id><published>2010-07-28T23:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:43:02.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will Ferrell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='00s'/><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasure:  Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy (2004)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anchorman&lt;/em&gt; is a delicious farce of a male-dominated era that I have no excuse for enjoying, but I do. To my embarrassment, Anchorman quotes find their way into my daily life. How does such a retarded film bring me such joy? It's the flute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will Ferrell goes for the gusto as big-shot news anchor Ron Burgundy. The insulting verbal sparring between Burgundy and aspiring lead anchorwoman Veronica Corningstone (Christina Applegate) kills. So does rock flute, loud noises and Sex Panther cologne. Ferrell's antics as Burgundy are supported by skirt-chasing adulators played by Steve Carell, Paul Rudd, and the often misaligned David Koechner. A must see is the cameo-filled gang fight with Tim Robbins as public television anchor, Ben Stiller as the Spanish channel anchor, and Luke Wilson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The comedy is obvious—often obnoxious—but it's just so gloriously cheesy. Carrell’s dumb as a rock weatherman is priceless, but Paul Rudd’s ‘musking up’ is hysterical. You get everything in this production: side-splitting dialogue, slapstick humor, sight gags, and offensive sexist comments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Anchorman&lt;/em&gt; is a totally guilty pleasure. It’s so dumb. And I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-5276102356841634585?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/5276102356841634585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=5276102356841634585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5276102356841634585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5276102356841634585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2008/07/anchorman-legend-of-ron-burgundy-2004.html' title='Guilty Pleasure:  Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy (2004)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-2930388228427927448</id><published>2010-07-26T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:06:14.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonus feature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Bonus Feature: Book</title><content type='html'>From the author of &lt;a href="http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2009/05/bonus-feature-book_05.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Year of Living Biblically&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, comes &lt;em&gt;The Know-it-All&lt;/em&gt;. It’s the other way ‘round actually. &lt;em&gt;The Know-it-All&lt;/em&gt; came first. It’s one man’s humble quest to read the entire &lt;em&gt;Encyclopedia Britannica&lt;/em&gt;. Which begs the question… why? Author A.J. Jacobs explains quite honestly “I used to be smart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, he sets out to read 32 seemingly endless tomes of knowledge. Some interesting: You only need three rambunctious people to legally qualify as a riot. Some not: Scrabble is also available in Braille. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I can’t this is an always enjoyable read—it’s exhaustive—Jacobs’ acerbic wit is ready when you need it most. Amid is retelling of EB entries, are personal stories of meeting Alex Trebek, the quest to be a Mensa member, appearing on &lt;em&gt;Who Wants to be a Millionaire?&lt;/em&gt;, and his wife’s infertility. Occasionally, both the author and reader will stumble upon something truly extraordinary (origin of bedlam or the misguided determination of the freezing point). But Jacobs’ really hits his stride in the mini-diatribes on things like the wisdom of Ecclesiastes, Goethe (who he says makes Leonard di Vinci “look like a lazy bum”) and vexillology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Know-it-All&lt;/em&gt; is surprisingly honest. Jacobs’ personal reflections are real, sometimes profound, but always true. An amusing, well-crafted read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-2930388228427927448?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/2930388228427927448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=2930388228427927448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2930388228427927448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2930388228427927448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/07/bonus-feature-book.html' title='Bonus Feature: Book'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-7407681880028897440</id><published>2010-07-24T23:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:26:08.211-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biopic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>The Runaways (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The Runways&lt;/em&gt; is a tightly wound, low slung biopic that charts the epic rise of 1970s all-girl rock band. Let me tell you this… you will not find finer performances by Dakota Fanning as Currie or Kristen Stewart as Joan Jett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanning and Stewart both have a devil-may-care bad-a$$ness, but it is far from clichéd. As Currie, Fanning strikes an indifference to the world around her to prevent the hurt that is ever near. Her pairing with Joan takes her away from an alcoholic father, a self-absorbed mother, and a dear sister. When we meet Joan, she is shopping in the men’s section and demanding that&amp;nbsp;the music instructor teach her &lt;em&gt;‘Smoke on the Water’&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; To which he replies "girls don't play electric guitars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paired up by legendary music producer, i.e., weirdo Kim Fowley (Michael Shannon) the two quickly become friends, joining forces as the meteoric rise to international fame brings the excesses of rock ‘n’ roll to their door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the film has one caveat it’s the running time. Not nearly long enough to explore this amazing group. Then again, only fans of the era and/or group would want to watch 2+ hours of this stuff. Sadly, the other two band members are relegated to footnotes. Drummer Sandy West (Stella Maeve) gets a mention when she and Joan first meet and actually start the band. And Lita Ford (Scout Taylor-Compton) is eye candy.&amp;nbsp; Currie gets the only family background as the film is based on her memoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;The Runaways&lt;/em&gt; is a visceral film. It’s gritty, excessive, dramatic, and beautifully surreal. But only the performances by Fanning and Stewart elevate the film from being average.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-7407681880028897440?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/7407681880028897440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=7407681880028897440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7407681880028897440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7407681880028897440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/07/runaways-2010.html' title='The Runaways (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-8420139837422655218</id><published>2010-07-23T23:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:07:01.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wes Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='00s'/><title type='text'>Rushmore (1998) // The Royal Tenenbaums (2001)</title><content type='html'>Wes Anderson is easily one of my favorite directors.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His unexpected views are always a delight.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Each of his films are a&amp;nbsp;personal favorite.&amp;nbsp; Here are&amp;nbsp;only two.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rushmore (1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Fischer (Jason Schwartzmann) is a sophomore at Rushmore Academy. Preferring to engage in extracurricular activities, Max finds himself on academic probation. Rushmore is threatening to fail him. Max befriends the father of his fellow students, Herman Blume (Bill Murray) and an odd relationship begins. Being expelled from Rushmore doesn’t keep Max from falling in love with his former teacher, Ms. Cross (Olivia Williams). It’s unfortunate, because Herman does too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The understated performances make this movie. Schwartzmann and Murray play against each other wonderfully. They are essentially the same character at a different stage in life. Max is a naïve, overachieving and often pompous young man while Herman is a wealthy pompous old fart—both are looking for validation and their place in the world. Engaged in tug-of-war for the same woman’s heart, Schwartzmann and Murray’s roles are simultaneously odd, fun, and delightfully nuanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer/director Wes Anderson has created a beautiful film with understanding and sympathy for the adolescent—albeit characterized—experience. Every element of the film falls into place creating an intricate weave of cinematography, dialogue, settings, and score. It’s quite an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the second of Anderson’s films for me. I watched &lt;em&gt;Rushmore&lt;/em&gt; only after falling in love with &lt;em&gt;The Royal Tenenbaums.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; The Tenenbaums were most first exposure to Wes.&amp;nbsp; For that reason, this film is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Royal Tenenbaums (2001)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Tenenbaums are unlike any family you’ll ever know and this is their dysfunctional story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alec Baldwin narrates the story of Royal Tenenbaum (Gene Hackman). Royal and his wife Etheline (Angelica Huston) have three children: Chas, Ritchie, and Margot. Royal's lack of interest in his children is the cause of his separation from Ethel. He leaves; as the years pass the children have become prodigies under their mother’s guidance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Many years later and after hearing the Tenenbaum accountant is moving in on his wife, Royal feigns terminal cancer in effort to regain all that he has lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The diagnosis of cancer helps bring the errant former prodigies home. Chas (Ben Stiller) started buying real estate in his early teens and had a preternatural understanding of international finance. Now, a widower, he is struggling to come to grips with the loss of his wife in a tragic plane crash. Chas has become a safety freak and returns to the Tenenbaum family with his two boys in tow after deciding their apartment needs additional sprinklers and security. Ritchie (Luke Wilson) was a tennis phenom at an early age. After losing a game, Ritchie inexplicably leaves the game. He spends his days on a boat wandering on the high seas (for no apparent reason) until the news reaches him. Margot—she’s adopted—was a brilliant playwright and a smoker at twelve. She returns to the family home upon hearing of Ritchie’s arrival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh… it gets better my dear friends. The colorful supporting cast includes Owen Wilson, Danny Glover, and Anderson muse, Bill Murray in memorable roles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Royal Tenenbaums&lt;/em&gt; is extremely well played. Writer/director Wes Anderson’s screenplay is top-notch—subtly outrageous and quirky. Physical comedy, agile dialogue, and brilliant chemistry are just the beginning. Add an unusually eye-catching production including oddly framed chapter introductions and assaulting opening credits, and plotlines advancing to the tunes of The Beatles, Bob Dylan, The Clash, The Velvet Underground, and The Rolling Stone… well, we got emotional resonance, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I see it, Anderson essentially let’s Hackman and his cohorts run (cleverly) amok. But amid all the seeming chaos is the realization that family—no matter the dysfunction—is what life is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-8420139837422655218?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/8420139837422655218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=8420139837422655218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8420139837422655218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8420139837422655218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/07/wes-anderson-weekend.html' title='Rushmore (1998) // The Royal Tenenbaums (2001)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-4137447396416684201</id><published>2010-07-19T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:19:12.777-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>The Young Victoria (2009)</title><content type='html'>The beginning of one of the greatest love stories is told here in &lt;em&gt;The Young Victoria&lt;/em&gt;. Victoria (Emily Blunt) ascends to the British throne at the early age of 18 fighting after a brief fight against regency. The young monarch confides to her young German suitor Prince Albert (Rupert Friend) that she feels a bit like a chess piece. His response “Then you had better master the rules of the game until you play it better than they can” pierces through the noise of her courtiers and handlers who are out to manipulate the young girl. Victoria sets her mind to rule not only the throne, but her court. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronicling the early life of Queen Victoria, the film is a stunning period piece thanks to brilliant execution by Blunt and Friend. The pair, surrounded by opulent costumes and settings, is given every tool to shine and they do. Blunt and Friend lose themselves in their historic roles with amazing chemistry and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supporting cast of courtesans, politicians, and players include a spot-on Jim Broadbent as King William who is prone to emotional outbursts. Paul Bettany as the charming Lord Melbourne, Mark Strong as the conniving Sir John Conroy, and Miranda Richardson as the Victoria’s mother, the Duchess of Kent all impart strong will to pivotal roles that wish to bend Victoria’s ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lush drama unfolds, focusing on the relationship between Victoria and Albert which evolves subtly. Their love cuts through the power plays and manipulations. She needs him, more than Albert needs her. And yet, from the moment the two pawns meet it is apparent this is a relationship to build a monarchy on. But the two are determined to play by their own rules. As Victoria learns to trust him more, she becomes a stronger woman, finding success on the throne as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I can’t speak to historical accuracy, I don’t believe that is the film’s intent. Rather, &lt;em&gt;The Young Victoria&lt;/em&gt; is a condensed look into the early years of a beautiful love story.&amp;nbsp; The film's one downsides is its running time.&amp;nbsp; As a fan of this genre, we are given only a parts of the story to advance the plot.&amp;nbsp; But with this many interesting characters, I wanted more intrigue,&amp;nbsp;villainy, and usurpation.&amp;nbsp; Victoria's one good outburst—she mistakes stubbornness for strength—is worth seeing for Blunt's remarkable&amp;nbsp;execution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling short of grandiose, the film is content to be human and poignant. But as I see it, the sumptuous production that is &lt;em&gt;The Young Victoria&lt;/em&gt; is nothing without the powerful performances from Emily Blunt and Rupert Friend. A must-see for fans of historical drama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-4137447396416684201?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/4137447396416684201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=4137447396416684201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4137447396416684201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4137447396416684201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/07/young-victoria-2009.html' title='The Young Victoria (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-7780645242345264774</id><published>2010-07-18T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:15:08.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='00s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie'/><title type='text'>The Visitor (2007)</title><content type='html'>Professor Walter Vale (Richard Jenkins) has been on autopilot since his wife’s death. Walter exists; but nothing more. Returning to his New York apartment after an extended absence, he is surprised to find an immigrant couple squatting in his home. Tarek and Zainab interest him. Whether out of pity or boredom, Walter allows the couple to stay while he attends his required convention. Walter forges an unlikely friendship with Tarek, enchanted by his passion for life. But when Tarek is profiled and thrown into a detention center, Walter finds a passion unlike no other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Visitor&lt;/em&gt; is an unassuming independent film that you will either love or hate. Braving a very polarizing topic—illegal immigration—director Thomas McCarthy examines the relationship of Walter and Tarek without taking sides. Bravo McCarthy for achieving so much depth and emotion from the screenplay in 98 minutes.&amp;nbsp; The film takes sides, but Walter is there as the devil's advocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Jenkins is phenomenal. His Walter Vale is an overwhelmingly sad man, but subtly so. He finds joy in nothing until Tarek and his African drum enter his life. Walter's&amp;nbsp;evolution is beautiful thanks to this performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bittersweet inevitability of &lt;em&gt;The Visitor&lt;/em&gt; is the film’s crux. The viewer expects it, but any other resolution would cheapen the experience. As I see it, &lt;em&gt;The Visitor&lt;/em&gt; is a quiet film that will ultimately call the viewer’s feeling will be called into question. Your response to that will determine the success of this film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-7780645242345264774?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/7780645242345264774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=7780645242345264774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7780645242345264774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7780645242345264774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/07/visitor-2007.html' title='The Visitor (2007)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-8351712748889023244</id><published>2010-07-13T21:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:04:18.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>The Road (2009)</title><content type='html'>Beautifully hopeless post-apocalyptic road trip movie starring Viggo Mortenson as Father and unknown youngster Kodi Smit-McPhee as Son; failing health, cannibalistic survivors, and the end of the world threaten their walk to the east coast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-8351712748889023244?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/8351712748889023244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=8351712748889023244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8351712748889023244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8351712748889023244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/07/road-2009.html' title='The Road (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-5062036445875720353</id><published>2010-07-08T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:20:31.634-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foreign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Entre les Murs (2008)</title><content type='html'>If you have the patience to put up with this French docu-drama, released in the U.S. as &lt;em&gt;The Class&lt;/em&gt;, then you will be forever grateful for our public schools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-5062036445875720353?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/5062036445875720353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=5062036445875720353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5062036445875720353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5062036445875720353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/07/entre-les-murs-2008.html' title='Entre les Murs (2008)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-1311149618068013894</id><published>2010-07-08T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:11:35.064-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avoid'/><title type='text'>The Box (2009)</title><content type='html'>Spazzy melodramatic chemistry-free crap-fest starring Cameron Diaz with a feathered hairdo and the dude that Rachel McAdams dumped in &lt;em&gt;The Notebook&lt;/em&gt;—James Marsden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-1311149618068013894?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/1311149618068013894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=1311149618068013894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1311149618068013894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1311149618068013894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/07/box-2009.html' title='The Box (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-2290478179114479863</id><published>2010-07-08T19:12:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:16:53.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='70s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Johnny Got His Gun (1971)</title><content type='html'>'Powerful antiwar' film—at least that’s what&amp;nbsp;they say.&amp;nbsp; What I stayed around for a crazy mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-2290478179114479863?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/2290478179114479863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=2290478179114479863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2290478179114479863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2290478179114479863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/07/johnny-got-his-gun-1971.html' title='Johnny Got His Gun (1971)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-1580694266164321293</id><published>2010-06-30T22:03:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:14:10.401-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biopic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90s'/><title type='text'>When You're Strange: A Film about The Doors (2009) // The Doors (1991)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/TC1XtrRDYwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Hx_OWaw2Rpw/s1600/250px-The_Doors_band_members.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/TC1XtrRDYwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Hx_OWaw2Rpw/s320/250px-The_Doors_band_members.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Followers of the Lizard King will revel in the original footage found in the newest documentary of the Doors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; When&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;You're Strange&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;director Tom DiCillo looks into the iconic American band exposing new insights, debunking myths, and examining what made them tick all with&amp;nbsp;Johnny Depp’s narration. He is able to quantify why I find so very fascinating. It goes beyond the poet shaman, it is their music—the mystic, melodic sound courtesy of flamenco, blues, and jazz influences. The beat held by Ray Manzarek’s piano bass and his signature Vox organ create the ground for John Densmore’s blues drumming that weaves in and out among Robby Krieger’s finger-styled lead and rhythm flamenco guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Morrison was a broken genius who numbed in pain with drugs and alcohol. His persona became larger than life. That is more than apparent with the footage included here dated from 1966-1971. What is more tragic is how obviously frustrated Densmore, Manzark, and Krieger are; yet they take no action, going so far as to play right on through Morrison’s alcohol induced haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DiCillo gets it right where Oliver Stone gets it wrong…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val Kilmer’s performance as Morrison is unwavering and eerie. The subtle nuances—the shift in his gaze, the near pirouette of his stance, the way he holds his mouth—it’s uncanny. But that is where it ends. Kilmer (and the audience for that matter) is in for one never-ending drag. The transcendent elements are there, as are important period elements, but Stone’s biopic is self-indulgent. The film is essentially one long trip, a mash-up of Morrison’s demonized life that serves no other purpose but to sensationalize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-1580694266164321293?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/1580694266164321293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=1580694266164321293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1580694266164321293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1580694266164321293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-youre-strange-film-about-doors.html' title='When You&apos;re Strange: A Film about The Doors (2009) // The Doors (1991)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/TC1XtrRDYwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Hx_OWaw2Rpw/s72-c/250px-The_Doors_band_members.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-8035923851307694271</id><published>2010-06-29T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:08:11.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British Favourites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='00s'/><title type='text'>British Favourites:  Death at a Funeral (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Death at a Funeral&lt;/em&gt; is a delightfully odd-ball black comedy.&amp;nbsp; Very much in the vein of&amp;nbsp;their forefathers (Monty Python, anyone?), nothing is off-limits here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In the wake of an American remake that is nothing but a&amp;nbsp;horrible comedy with black people, I feel compelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The British do it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fans of dark British humor and odd comedy will enjoy this rather peculiar movie. David (Matthew Macfayden) is nervous about his father's funeral wake. He is delivering the eulogy even though his brother, Robert (Rupert Graves) is a famous writer. But when a strange midget (Peter Dinklage) appears and threatens to expose the recently deceased patriarch's extramarital gay affairs lest David and Robert pay him off, the brothers take matters in their own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank Oz directs this madcap piece filled with a virtual no-name {to me anyways} and mostly British cast. Led by Macfayden {&lt;em&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice&lt;/em&gt;} like you've never seen, &lt;em&gt;Death at a Funeral&lt;/em&gt; is an insane romp. The far-fetched plot is a perfect medium for some great individual performances. Alan Tudyk (&lt;em&gt;A Knight's Tale&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;3:10 to Yuma&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Dodgeball&lt;/em&gt;) as the boyfriend who is unknowingly macked-out on acid, gets a perfect opportunity to shine and steals the show. Macfayden is a straight-laced foil to his co-stars. Graves, Dinklage, Kris Marshall, Andy Nyman, Daisy Donovan, and Jane Asher {Paul McCartney's one-time girl friend} all have moments that induce side-splitting laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family relations are always complex. Sibling rivalry is just the beginning in this British farce where family turmoil ultimately threatens to overshadow the funeral. Despite it all, a heartfelt eulogy is delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Death at a Funeral&lt;/em&gt; is NOT for everyone. If you like your humor quick, dry, un-PC, and British, then this is for you. From the moment the wrong body is delivered to the front door, &lt;em&gt;Death at a Funeral&lt;/em&gt; is a spot-on comedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-8035923851307694271?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/8035923851307694271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=8035923851307694271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8035923851307694271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8035923851307694271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2008/05/death-at-funeral-2007.html' title='British Favourites:  Death at a Funeral (2007)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-2076500279800499564</id><published>2010-06-27T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:49:12.043-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90s'/><title type='text'>You've Got Mail (1998)</title><content type='html'>Funny, I don’t remember &lt;em&gt;You’ve Got Mail&lt;/em&gt; being this sentimental. It’s disgusting really, but somehow, I always manage to fall in love with Joe Fox (Tom Hanks) in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 years later and &lt;em&gt;You’ve Got Mail&lt;/em&gt; continues to be the standard by which romantic comedies are measured. Rom-coms have evolved—rightly so—and this one is&amp;nbsp;dated. The iconic, now archaic ‘you’ve got mail’ and dial-up modem is a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;You’ve Got Mail&lt;/em&gt; is a decent romantic comedy (I like &lt;em&gt;Kate &amp;amp; Leopold&lt;/em&gt; better)&amp;nbsp;that begs one question years later. Whatever happened to Meg Ryan?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-2076500279800499564?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/2076500279800499564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=2076500279800499564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2076500279800499564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2076500279800499564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/06/youve-got-mail-1998.html' title='You&apos;ve Got Mail (1998)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-3830982855476134820</id><published>2010-06-26T14:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T14:11:28.341-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mediocre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Nine Dead (2009)</title><content type='html'>Completely reminiscent of &lt;a href="http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2008/08/unknown-2006.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (which is WAY better—that doesn’t say much), &lt;em&gt;Nine Dead&lt;/em&gt; is a mediocre drama that only succeeds in being stereotypical. Spend your time on something better. Like &lt;a href="http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2008/05/memento-2000.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-3830982855476134820?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/3830982855476134820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=3830982855476134820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3830982855476134820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/3830982855476134820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/06/nine-dead-2009.html' title='Nine Dead (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-4479697959699530926</id><published>2010-06-25T23:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T14:23:40.866-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Whip It (2009)</title><content type='html'>Amazingly strong and surprisingly good story of a teen (Ellen Page) coming of age in small Texas town. Bucking her mom’s obsession with beauty pageants, Bliss finds bliss in roller derby. Marcia Gay Harden as the religious/straight-laced Mom and Daniel Stern are brilliant casting. But Kristen Wiig and Juliette Lewis threaten to steal the show. Drew Barrymore’s directorial debut is smart, sweet, quirky fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-4479697959699530926?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/4479697959699530926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=4479697959699530926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4479697959699530926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4479697959699530926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/06/whip-it-2009.html' title='Whip It (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-1081846875685838475</id><published>2010-06-21T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:41:10.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonus feature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Bonus Feature: Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/TCAuFHnsRjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ieL-n0iW80s/s1600/Wtchngbbll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/TCAuFHnsRjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ieL-n0iW80s/s320/Wtchngbbll.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is one man's love affair, ie, obsession with American's game.&amp;nbsp; H3ll no, it's not soccer!&amp;nbsp; Baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Baseball Smarter is for fans of game no matter their 'watching' level.&amp;nbsp; Here you will find the fundamentals and the obscure.&amp;nbsp; The written and the unwritten rules of baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber-fan&amp;nbsp;Zack Hample writes with obvious affection, but no such much about his love of the game, but what causes that love--the facts and the fiction behind it all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Delving into stats, positions, baserunning, and fielding, Hample writes conversationally discussing the same things you and I would during the 7th inning stretch.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's a good mix of the esoteric and the tangible.&amp;nbsp; I do wish his chapter on stadiums was more in-depth, but you can't win them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointing out random things to know and notice, Hample makes the game approachable for the beginner while simultaneously knocking the&amp;nbsp;stadium snob down a notch.&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp;great summer read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-1081846875685838475?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/1081846875685838475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=1081846875685838475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1081846875685838475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/1081846875685838475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/06/bonus-feature-book.html' title='Bonus Feature: Book'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/TCAuFHnsRjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ieL-n0iW80s/s72-c/Wtchngbbll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-2913495789374359859</id><published>2010-06-17T22:18:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:24:17.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonus feature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><title type='text'>Bonus Feature: link</title><content type='html'>For those who find me to be too often superfluous in my reviews, this &lt;a href="http://www.rinkworks.com/movieaminute/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is for you.&amp;nbsp; I'm jealous it's such an ascerbic, simple place.&amp;nbsp; Only wish there was more reviews.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-2913495789374359859?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/2913495789374359859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=2913495789374359859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2913495789374359859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/2913495789374359859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/06/bonus-feature-link.html' title='Bonus Feature: link'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-6656983809837023814</id><published>2010-06-15T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:23:56.483-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='00s'/><title type='text'>Mean Girls (2004)</title><content type='html'>After watching this vapid and&amp;nbsp;overly-inflated&amp;nbsp;story, I am left with two questions: 1) What the heck happened to Lindsay Lohan?! It’s a shame such potential is being squandered. 2) Who’s responsible for Rachel McAdams’ bad dye job? Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, there are better movies with the same message (and more inspired casting) out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-6656983809837023814?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/6656983809837023814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=6656983809837023814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/6656983809837023814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/6656983809837023814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/06/mean-girls-2004.html' title='Mean Girls (2004)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-4386127202141916983</id><published>2010-06-13T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:02:20.176-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><title type='text'>Pirate Radio (2009)</title><content type='html'>One awesome &lt;em&gt;looking&lt;/em&gt; film with an equally awesome soundtrack, just don't go looking for a plot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-4386127202141916983?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/4386127202141916983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=4386127202141916983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4386127202141916983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4386127202141916983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/06/pirate-radio-2009.html' title='Pirate Radio (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-4579918824480497551</id><published>2010-06-12T21:48:00.031-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:26:08.214-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>The A-Team (2010)</title><content type='html'>If &lt;em&gt;The A-Team&lt;/em&gt; were any other movie, I doubt I would feel this strongly.&amp;nbsp; But the following is a commentary/review on the remake of a beloved series from my childhood.&amp;nbsp; Forgive me for sounding old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum-security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-Team.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the smashing of B.A.’s beloved van in the first 15 minutes, it becomes evident that director Joe Carnahan doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. Keeping only the bare bones of the 80s series, he quickly disposes of all that elements that made &lt;em&gt;The A-Team&lt;/em&gt; great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart and soul was, of course, the team. Casting the likes of Bradley Cooper, Sharlto Copley, and an MMA fighter alongside the great Liam Neeson was a daring move. It should have worked.&amp;nbsp; It kind of does.&amp;nbsp; Ultimately,&amp;nbsp;the cast doesn’t have much to work with—it’s all smoke and mirrors—and while I do realize that the series itself was only a series of well-placed jeep explosions and awesome montages, this A-Team lacks soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Col. John ‘Hannibal’ Smith is, at his very core, a charismatic, resourceful no-nonsense leader. Hannibal is all about the jazz and Liam Neeson, sadly, is not. He’s an amazing actor, but his cigar skills and the delivery of a key line are sorely lacking. Additionally, the very nature of defaulting to Face (Bradley Cooper) is insulting to this great leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnahan seems to have forgotten that Templeton Peck’s nickname is FACE. Note to&amp;nbsp;Bradley Cooper’s abs: quit trying to compete. Cooper makes a beautiful, believable, right-hand conman with a smile that kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.A. Baracus is the epitome of bad-assery. It’s B.A.—not Bosco. NO ONE calls him Bosco. Props for creating the background on B.A.’s fear of flying, but the props are quickly recalled after playing the ‘hocus-pocus’ card. Seriously?! B.A. deserved better. Ultimate fighter Quinton ‘Rampage’ Jackson holds his own—but isn’t quite sullen, or good-hearted enough. This character is SORELY misconstrued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.M. ‘Howling Mad’ Murdoch is one crazy sonofabitch and &lt;a href="http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2009/08/district-9-2009.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;District 9's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sharlto Copley is, in a word, f^cking brilliant. {Sorry,&amp;nbsp;two words.} He embodies the crazed pilot with a lust for life and fearlessness of death. His superior flying skills and unquestionable devotion to the insane make Murdoch the film’s saving grace. Copley is spot-on and with a true homage to the original, the film includes a puppet interaction with BA and a perfect imitation of Mel Gibson in ‘&lt;em&gt;Braveheart&lt;/em&gt;’—complete with stick horse. Copley even gets to throw down some incredible voice work. Kudos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The television series found the A-Team righting wrongs thanks to Hannibal’s plans, Face’s roguish good looks, B.A. welding skills, and Murdoch’s humor. There was undeniable chemistry between the team. In 2010, the only chemistry found here is in the explosions. Again, the boys look great—but the film isn’t cohesive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special effects are explosive, but unfocused allowing Carnahan to skip-out on some much needed detail. Much of the action happens—conveniently—in the dark. For you the viewer, it’s all a blur, which leads this viewer to be annoyed, frustrated and ultimately disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Biel, Patrick Wilson, and Gerald McRainey {yes, him} pop up in adequate supporting roles that allow our A-Team to build backstory and weave enough plot to fill 90 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;The A-Team&lt;/em&gt; is an average summer film that will entertain the ADD generation.&amp;nbsp; For those who find themselves waxing nostalgic, take heart.&amp;nbsp; Though there isn't&amp;nbsp;enough cheese or jeep-explosions to fill the void that is left by the soul Carnahan rips out., Copley's performance and the hidden clips (after the credits) are worth the price of admission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-4579918824480497551?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-1379681026057079674</id><published>2010-06-11T22:18:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:25:19.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='00s'/><title type='text'>Fever Pitch (2005)</title><content type='html'>Surprisingly sweet romantic comedy (based on the book by Nick Hornby) about Ben (Jimmy Fallon) a crazed Boston Red Sox fan and his workaholic girlfriend Lindsey (Drew Barrymore) who must overcome their respective&amp;nbsp;obsessions that threaten to destroy their relationship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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(2005)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-9039572515326355591</id><published>2010-06-06T23:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:18:09.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='western'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osr'/><title type='text'>The Cowboy Way (1994)</title><content type='html'>Every cowboy cliché—actually every cliché known to man—is alive and well thanks to Woody Harrelson and Jack Bauer in this&amp;nbsp;"let's go to the big&amp;nbsp;city&amp;nbsp;and find the daughter of our murdered friend while stumbling our way into every possible scenario including, but not limited to: pricey hookers and hotels, bloodthirsty thugs, crazed&amp;nbsp;cabbies,&amp;nbsp;sweatshop-owning&amp;nbsp;mobsters, and token black (Ernie Hudson) Central Park&amp;nbsp;policemen who always wanted to be a cowboy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-9039572515326355591?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/9039572515326355591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=9039572515326355591' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='BW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Make Way for Tomorrow (1937)</title><content type='html'>Bark and his wife Lucy lose their home to foreclosure and as none of their adult children have room for both, the elderly couple separates. Adjusting to fit into these new families Bark and Lucy struggle with loneliness and acceptance in their new roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though &lt;em&gt;Make Way for Tomorrow&lt;/em&gt; debuted in the 1930s, the film has as much validity today in 2010. Truly, this film is a gut-check for the modern world. The young too easily dismiss older folks, and the old too easily dismiss the young. As Bark and Lucy cling to the hope of reuniting, their children replace the joy of having them stay with the bitterness of the inconvenience. It’s a disgusting, sobering display, but having Bark and Lucy get one last hurrah is undeniably wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Make Way for Tomorrow&lt;/em&gt; is a quiet poignant B&amp;amp;W drama that examines the disposability of our elders. It is a masterful social commentary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-4850128799024131325?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/4850128799024131325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=4850128799024131325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4850128799024131325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4850128799024131325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/06/make-way-for-tomorrow-1937.html' title='Make Way for Tomorrow (1937)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-7236814354809138946</id><published>2010-06-03T22:58:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:24:33.898-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd'/><title type='text'>Alice in Wonderland (2010)</title><content type='html'>Forget everything you know about Alice and immerse yourself in this fantastical tale. Thanks to the ever-imaginative Tim Burton, Underland is like nothing you’ve ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19-year-old Alice (Mia Wasikowska) travels through Underland where the people and things seem strangely familiar. Along the way she find her muchness, the Mad Hatter (Johnny Depp), the Cheshire Cat, the evil Red Queen (Helena Bonham Carter) and her sister, the White Queen (Anne Hathaway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film has&amp;nbsp;phenomenal casting. It's&amp;nbsp;a hodge-podge of well-known names and their voices. Newcomer Wasikowska is pitch-perfect. She is equally child-like and womanly. Ultimately the weight of the film falls on her thin shoulders and she is superb. Christopher Lee cameos. Alan Rickman, Stephen Fry, Imedla Staunton, and Timothy Spall lend their distinct voices to inhabitants of Underland. Helena Bonham Carter is perfectly evil as the sadistic Queen and her henchman; one-eyed Stayne (Crispin Glover)—the Knave of Hearts adds just the right touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp gets his own paragraph. The Madness is spot-on; and Johnny’s mix of Scottish brogue (?) when mad is smart. His manic hair, eyeballs, and randomness threaten to over take the film at times, but his character adds wonderfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CG is a blend of steampunk and Burton’s trademarks. There’s always something interesting to look at. Whether its Hatter’s bobbin bandolier, the White Queen’s chess pieces, Absolam, or the Jabberwocky—you will be fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burton borrows Lewis Carroll’s books and reinvents them. It’s amazing to see him build an emotional connection to an otherwise series of random events. Burton ties our characters together—enhancing them—and creates a brand new world. Danny Elfman delivers with another delightful score. He always knows where to punctuate, subtly enhancing the film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, Tim Burton wins again. Though is canon of work is for a select few, mark &lt;em&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/em&gt; as one to see. I can’t imagine anyone being disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-7236814354809138946?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/7236814354809138946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=7236814354809138946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7236814354809138946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7236814354809138946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/06/alice-in-wonderland-2010.html' title='Alice in Wonderland (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-7830700921516860314</id><published>2010-05-30T21:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:46:43.405-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biopic'/><title type='text'>The Blind Side (2009)</title><content type='html'>Michael ‘Big Mike’ Oher (Quinton Aaron) is a victim of circumstances. Born into a broken home to a cokehead of a mother, Michael is a vagrant on the wrong side of the tracks at 16. Enter Leigh Anne (Sandra Bullock) and Sean Tuohy (Tim McGraw). Taken in by the affluent family, Michael is giving the keys to success and rises to the occasion with a little help from the tenacious Leigh Anne. The opportunities afforded Michael blossom as he does resulting in a family and a community benefiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this cynical age, it’s hard to find a film that endears without the saccharine feel. &lt;em&gt;The Blind Side&lt;/em&gt; is a rare example&amp;nbsp;success. Sandra Bullock leads an ensemble cast that feels good. Tim McGraw, the celebrity, is lost inside his role as a supportive husband and a young Jae Head threatens a precocious overload alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sports movies go, &lt;em&gt;The Blind Side&lt;/em&gt; is predictable; but that doesn’t keep the movie from being productive. I don’t know the true story of Michael Oher, but I sincerely hope he did have a parade of college coaches visit; otherwise, this film jumps the shark at its climax. The film was more about Leigh Ann (and Sandra's exaggerated performance of her).&amp;nbsp; I wanted more about Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my nitpicking, &lt;em&gt;The Blind Side&lt;/em&gt; is wholesome entertainment. It is often trite, stereotypical and a little to neat, but that’s the cynic in talking. For what it is—inspirational family fare—&lt;em&gt;The Blind Side&lt;/em&gt; is a success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-7830700921516860314?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/7830700921516860314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=7830700921516860314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7830700921516860314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/7830700921516860314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/05/blind-side-2009.html' title='The Blind Side (2009)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-4425747451087207536</id><published>2010-05-27T21:16:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T09:21:42.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foreign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='00s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie'/><title type='text'>Kenny (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“I don't know what all the fuss is about, it's 80% water and we've got chemicals to take care of the remaining 20”&lt;/em&gt; and with that Aussie Kenny Smyth (Shane Jacobson) begins a look into his world. Kenny—imagine an obese John Travolta with a lisp—takes care of business, the port-a-john kind, with an uncommon blend of heart and humor. No matter the size of the event, Kenny has the right facilities for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenny&lt;/em&gt; is a hilarious mockumentary that with surprising heart and a very likable star. Filled with underplayed toilet humor and filmed on location at actual events, i.e. the International Cleaners and Pumpers Convention in Nashville, Tennessee gives the film an uncanny realism. Actor Shane Jacobson owns his role with amazing authenticity and everyday humbleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kenny isn’t dealing with a ring lost down the crapper or his co-workers, he’s suffering with an ex-wife that despises him, a young son, his father who can’t cope&amp;nbsp;that his son&amp;nbsp;Kenny ‘delivers toilets’ and his high-class brother. Kenny soldiers on with dignity and grace; he’s a likable fellow and his life is an admirable one. He just happens to clean toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Kenny&lt;/em&gt; is a smart character dramedy that isn’t about crap so much as the man who must deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-4425747451087207536?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/4425747451087207536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=4425747451087207536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4425747451087207536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/4425747451087207536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/05/kenny-2006.html' title='Kenny (2006)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-8664426472900978230</id><published>2010-05-26T21:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:42:11.609-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='00s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie'/><title type='text'>Special (2006)</title><content type='html'>Les Franken (Michael Rapaport) is a local meter maid who is approved to take part in clinical trials of a new antidepressant. Adverse side effects leave Les convinced that he is developing super powers. Despite his doctor’s behest that Les quit taking the medicine, Les dons superhero threads to fight the evil that maligns the world with very mixed results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special&lt;/em&gt; is an original idea lacking focus; at only 80 minutes the film is over before you really mind. Part black comedy, part social satire and kind of enjoyable &lt;em&gt;Special&lt;/em&gt; is held together by Rapaport’s admirable performance. His portrayal of a mediocre man draws respectable sympathy from the viewer. But his drop off the deep end is befuddling. The oddball-supporting cast offers a few laughs, but in this sad tale everything seems out of place including them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, &lt;em&gt;Special&lt;/em&gt; isn’t worth your time unless you’re a fan of Rapaport. It’s a solidly mediocre film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-8664426472900978230?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/8664426472900978230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=8664426472900978230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8664426472900978230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/8664426472900978230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/05/special-2006.html' title='Special (2006)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567619602830707473.post-5745234338976290589</id><published>2010-05-24T23:42:00.105-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T10:15:57.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>24: Series Finale (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/TAPSg5ie9UI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W8qbUVmYl14/s1600/24logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="287" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/TAPSg5ie9UI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W8qbUVmYl14/s400/24logo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight the clock stopped ticking for fans of the long lived FOX drama series &lt;em&gt;24&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; While many others were distraught about a particular island, my heart was breaking as it has belonged to Jack Bauer (Keifer Sutherland) since 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe's (Mary Lynn Raskub) command Arlo to 'shut it down' was a fitting ending and Jack's&amp;nbsp;heartfelt goodbye pierced the soul of every die-hard fan, I think.&amp;nbsp; Despite some too&amp;nbsp;conveniently wrapped sub-plots, the series finale ended well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amid all the conspiracies, political manuvering, back-stabbing best friends, nuclear attacks, biological threats, cyber-crimes, personal losses, and a heroin addiction, Jack proved to be a man of his word.&amp;nbsp; Jack taught us all how to be better people and go without bathroom breaks.&amp;nbsp; Among the things we've learned over the past eight seasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always&amp;nbsp;bring a change of clothes and an extra gun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make friends with the nerd. They will never let you down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Damnit!” is an appropriate response in all situations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how long something takes,&amp;nbsp;it will always be completed right after you need it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brown leather is always in season.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We all know a terrorist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have to know, try torture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;America is more important that you or your problems.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To get what you want, you should do what you shouldn't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A lot happens in a day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food, water, sleep, and bathroom breaks are for the weak.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anger makes you lonely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suspect everyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love is deadly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Man purses are hot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Russians did it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neglecting your child is acceptable unless they are in danger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waffling = weakness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trust no one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two words: Full Immunity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You'll go far being&amp;nbsp;sullen and sarcastic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shooting anyone in the kneecap is a reseasonable action.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Terrorists drive American.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone is expendable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;The end of an era leaves me with but one question:&amp;nbsp;Is Sprint really your cellphone provider?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567619602830707473-5745234338976290589?l=backrowecritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/feeds/5745234338976290589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567619602830707473&amp;postID=5745234338976290589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5745234338976290589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567619602830707473/posts/default/5745234338976290589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backrowecritic.blogspot.com/2010/05/24-series-finale-2010.html' title='24: Series Finale (2010)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276096724410495163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/Scax235g6uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DHpbO1VWywU/S220/thumbsuckersucked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy723NA8EHQ/TAPSg5ie9UI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W8qbUVmYl14/s72-c/24logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
