Back to my old ways already.
(500) Days of Summer: Unapologetically clever, bittersweet, and heartbreakingly true.
2001: A Space Odyssey: I'm sorry, I fell asleep. Repeatedly.
Being John Malkovich: Malkovich Malkovich. Malkovich? Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich!
Bonnie and Clyde (1967): So much better than Public Enemies.
The Brothers Bloom: Life is but a long con.
Dial M for Murder: Palpable narrative tension is Hitchcock's trademark.
Dog Day Afternoon: Never knew this was a comedy.
Domino: What was the point of this?
Is Anybody There?: Let's care more about old folks.
The Maiden Heist: Walken, Freeman, Macy (nude). Lame movie.
The Mutant Chronicles: Surprisingly not a pile of shit!
My Favorite Year: Peter O'Toole yay, everything else, nayyyyy.
Network: This gets more relevant every year.
Public Enemies: Precious hours you won't get back.
Revolver: You're not that clever, Guy Ritchie.
Sherlock Holmes' Smarter Brother: More like Gene Wilder's lamer movie.
Spies Like Us: This movie is no Three Amigos.
Strange Brew: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern drank my beer.
State of Play: Almost as good as BBC's original.
Sunshine Cleaning: Needs more cleaning, less aimless angst.
Tootsie: This Hoffman guy is going places.
The TV Set: Showbiz is an ouroborous of turds.
The Zero Effect: Bill Pullman? Best sociopathic detective ever.