By DAN VINTON If there’s one thing The Last Airbender does well, it proves any mystique surrounding M. Night Shaymalan is gone. With this coffin-bound nail, all residual goodwill The Sixth Sense director retained from followup successes like Unbreakable,...
When Little Fockers, the third film in the Meet the Parents series, hits theaters on December 22, 2010, six years will have passed since we last saw Gaylord “Greg” Focker (Ben Stiller) and his arch nemesis/father-in-law, Jack Byrnes (Robert...
Predators was a movie I was looking forward to watching this July, but somewhere between the vagina-mouthed baddies releasing a heard of the oily dogs from Avatar – this time juiced with rabies and clam cave maws – and...
There’s a new poster out for Piranha 3D and the sheer silliness of the artwork makes me giddy for August 20th, and, ironically, the 3D format. Batshit crazy fish with razor sharp teeth jumping off the screen and in...
This post has less to do with some actress whose last name is another word for farting and more about the remake of Fright Night, a beloved movie of my 1980s teenagehood. In case you missed it, DreamWorks is...
I know absolutely zip about The Green Hornet and what I do know comes from our good friends at Wikipedia. From what I gather The Green Hornet, aka Britt Reid, has been around since the 1930s and originally debuted...
If there’s anything summer 2010 movies have been severely lacking, it’s fun and originality. Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (based on the comic of the same name) wants to change all that. Michael Cera– whose one-note falsetto, whispered shtick...
I like Nic Cage. I really do. He is definitely one of Hollywood’s most eclectic talents. I also enjoy Jay Baruchel and Alfred Molina. Baruchel’s work in Knocked Up and Tropic Thunder were hilarious and I thought he was...
Every autumn for the last four years, Dan and I, along with our pal Nick, head up to Garden City, Utah – home of Utah’s Bear Lake – and spend a weekend inhaling everything and anything bad for your...
With childhood nostalgia anchored firmly in the 80s, I’m a prime target for Hollywood’s recent nostalgia sweep. Thanks to a raging ego, contrarianism and a cold black heart however, I’m a hard sell– or like to think I am....
