Like a solitary wounded African elephant staggering across the savannah, M. Night Shyamalan’s career continues to lumber heedlessly onward, now and again pausing to take a tremendous dump, euphemistically called a “movie,” on the desiccated and dusty ground, before eventually dying unceremoniously in a colossal heap. The latest such enormous turd dropped on the road to the grave is...
You cannot imagine how elated I was the first time chains flashed across the screen in the trailer for Chain Letter. Oh my god, I thought, They think we don’t know what a chain is. Then it turns out that the killer actually kills people using chains, which is even better, because in a movie where a psychopath sends chain letters and then kills people with chains, anything is possible! ...
Finally tapping into the coveted “Action Movie-Goers Ages 55-64” demographic is RED, the first movie to fully recognize that the bad-ass old guy is the most bad-ass bad-ass possible. For that matter, I think I am not exaggerating when I say that, by and large, the older the practitioner, the more raw the feat. I dare you to name one thing that’s not raw as hell when done by a dude or...