This year, I reached a wonderful point in my life when my daughters’ tutu dance parties in the family room and a few more visits to the gym superseded the necessity to write about movies. I’m good with this. I’m a firm believer in a life that evolves. If anything, time to simply watch a... Continue Reading →
Furiosa: They Don’t Make Them Like They Used To
I'm a cinematic traditionalist and rival to today's overuse of CGI and all the disbelief it forces us to suspend when we really know we’re looking at unnatural pixels on a screen. The George Lucas-derived, Michael Bay-exploited “video game movie” bores me to visual fatigue, and I'll never forget when Rogue One: A Star Wars... Continue Reading →