CC2K's Tony Lazlo offers us one of his insanely long and detailed examinations of a major movie series. This time it's Batman.
A look back through the six modern-era Batman movies yields some unexpected results, including the revelations that Batman Forever isn't as bad as I remember, that The Dark Knight isn't as good as I remember, and that Batman & Robin is good for one thing: reminding me how much I like the 1960s TV series.
And finally, that Batman Returns just might be the best damn one of them all.
Those statements may shock you, but I encourage you to keep reading.
A self-loathing Meat Loaf fan discusses his cultural memory of the Loaf's mid-90s resurgence, the RPG Shadowrun and the Jackson 5's plan to brainwash the planet.
I’m not much of a music fan.
That much should be obvious by the mere presence of any Meat Loaf songs on my personal radar, guilty pleasures or otherwise. I make no apologies for my secret affinity for Mr. Loaf and his overwrought, bombastic mini-operas, but in my defense, I’ll offer this: I love movies, and Meat Loaf’s songs have some killer videos.
CC2K's Tony Lazlo brings you another unwieldy recap of a major movie series. This time, it's Harry Potter -- with a look back at the books, too!
SPOILERS! HUGE, MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD! BEWARE!
My friends and geek confidantes are all familiar with the trajectory of my relationship with the Harry Potter books: It tracks a deteriorating orbit from the stratosphere of delight back down to earth. Oddly enough, down to earth is exactly where the latest Potter film, Deathy Hallows, part 1 (hereafter HP7.1) needed to go to work on any level.
Which it does. Work, I mean -- on some levels, at least -- and not surprisingly, the penultimate Potter movie includes a roll-call of previous actors and images from the long-running series, all of which made me look back wistfully over my own experience ingesting (and sometimes inhaling) the Potter books and movies over the last 10 years. Here follows yet another overlong recap of a major literary or cinematic series, but in this case, I plan to include a measure more cultural memory than I usually do.
And don't worry -- I'll keep my personal anecdotes brief, and I will deliver a review of HP7.1 in all this mess.
An essay ostensibly arguing that Temple of Doom is the best Indiana Jones movie, but which veers into a larger analysis of the trilogy and the Indiana Jones character Let's talk theme. Ideally, a great movie should be about something great, and Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom -- like Aliens -- is a sequel that tops the original,…
Godzilla director Gareth Edwards made the wise choice to go old-school with his 2014 reboot, tapping into the venerable franchise’s most potent power source: our shared dread of disaster, both natural and man-made. SPOILERS AHEAD!
It's easy to get suckered in by a sad story. Tamara Jenkins' The Savages, though well-crafted and impeccably acted, suffers from a reliance on cliché that is woven so deeply into the script that it's easy to overlook.
Imagine Marvel’s Doctor Strange, with all of its trippy imagery, cool psychic battles, and supernatural-bordering-on-super-science worldbuilding. Now imagine that story written by a master novelist with protean-powerful command of first person, and you’d have David Mitchell’s Slade House. Needless to say, SPOILERS LIE AHEAD!
John Berendt’s Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil is a southern-gothic masterpiece that borders ever so slightly on gonzo journalism—though it falls short of passing into that bizarro realm. Reading it spurred me to contemplate the border between the two major realms of nonfiction writing; the DMZ between the ordered lands of subject-first traditional journalism and the wild…
In this classic book review, Tony Lazlo sounds an extended dirge for the disappointing final chapter in the Harry Potter book series. SPOILERS AHEAD! The empress is naked.After 10 wonderful years of books whose release dates arrived with the anticipation of fresh boxes of Wonka bars, we're left with the disheartening reality that J.K. Rowling couldn't write a Harry Potter…
In competing narrative voices (mostly first with a dash of third), author Mayer ably explores the turbulent headspace of Quinn, a teenager with a condition known as congenital analgesia—he can't feel pain.