This is an interesting if not especially great movie.  It is faithful to Philip K. Dick's novel in every reasonable way (and the actors even improve upon the characters they're given to play here), but the film lacks the scope from which to appreciate the themes the novel was able to capture in its wider lens.  Of interest though is the fact that this time Robert Downey Jr. plays himself as a hopeless drug addict about ten years after the fact.

It's pretty much back to the same old pattern, much like Tony, the frog, and the scorpion.

Jackie Chan is always great, and this is probably among the best films to serve as an introduction to him since it's not so early in his career that the filmmaking is weak and not so late that the star's punches are weak.

At best this would be an instuction manual for Darwin Award contenders, but somehow these idiots don't even get themselves killed... which was unsatisfactory as far as I was concerned.

I would swear that none of these guys have seen "This Is Spinal Tap."  Or maybe they have and are merely pulling our collective legs... because there's no way they they could not see what a bunch of parodies of themselves they are here.

My viewing experience paralleled the story arc.  I kind of wanted to like this but didn't expect much, then found it did the job in the end.  While it wasn't a great movie, this same director as of Napoleon Dynamite (Jared Hess) actually films humorous material in a funny way, so all the elements are elevated to the turnbuckles and slam you stupid enough to enjoy it.

I think Zach Braff is Ray Romano's son.  It's hard to watch anything with either in it, and this isn't good enough to hurdle that threshold for me.

Yes, I saw this in the theater.  I am so glad I did because it was worth every penny (and I didn't even make the matinee).  And I honestly cannot compete with this review.

A short (little over an hour) documentary about strippers unionizing, it has all the right elements except for the fact that talking about terms of labor contracts is frankly pretty boring.  In additional to the requisite nudity promised in the title itself, you'll be tittlated by some of the inventive story-telling approaches though (e.g., animations, narration, interviews, and stand-up comedy, believe it or not), but the film never really grabs you by the balls, maybe because that's against their policy under their agreement with management.

An unintentionally funny documentary about *people* (not chickens) who love chickens.  The title is as confused as the subjects of this hour-long PBS program are that Dani and her mom (and now I) find hilarious.

Nyah.  I wasn't so crazy about the closure on this season, sorry.  But I know the girls will all have nice openings next year.

Art imitates the art of the artist whose life this biopic attempts to imitate.  It's a bit intense, but is actually pretty good... unless you happen to be watching it to learn about Francis Bacon (the painter), its subject.  You're likely to be more lost interpreting this film without an understanding of him already than trying to interpret his paintings.

Jennifer Garner can't disguise how hot she is which is why I'd probably shoot first.

Not great, but pretty good.

Why must Nick Cage get all the good scripts?  Quick summary: Good movie... with Nicholas Cage, dammit.

Dani wanted to see Ewan McGreggor naked and I got to see Tilda Swinton naked out of the deal.  Oh, and then Emily Mortimer naked which made up for the fact it was slow going and depressing overall.

Dammmit, you two.  Make up already.  No, better idea: Make out with one another.

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