Out of respect for those who actually want to see the movie, I avoided revealing the ending of Remember Me in both my online capsule and my weekend movie preview segment this morning on Fox 13. But for those who have no intention of going, I'm ready to spill the beans -- and to explain why it turns a merely mediocre romantic drama into something utterly inexcusable.
SPOILERS begin here and now, so turn away if you don't want to know more.
In Jesse Epstein's collection of three short films, entitled "Body Typed," old concepts are looked at with a new twist.
Okay, we got taken for a little ride about the possibility that a piece of legislation was making it official that gays weren't welcome in Utah. But the state of Florida's completely serious -- at least about gays that are movie characters.
You know what I love most about Oscar night? Knowing it's at least another six months before I need to think about the Oscars again. Nevertheless, here's your friendly neighborhood critic's roundup of Oscar night highs and lows.
The Motion Picture Association of America ratings board has provided plenty of fodder for mockery just for the ratings it gives movies. But the reasons for those ratings can be even funnier.
"The customer is always right," goes the mantra for those in service professions. Unless, apparently, that customer is the one who attended a Minnesota movie theater and got flamed by the management.
This exchange between a dissatisfied customer and the vice-president of Evergreen Entertainment has become a minor web phenomenon, a perfect example of how there's not such thing as an electronic communication that you can assume has an audience of one. Nice try with the weaselly second letter, but no dice
Buried in the story of a guy that just snapped, however, is one about the sorry state of theatrical exhibition. Movie tickets sold in 2009 at a surprisingly robust pace given the economy, but theaters themselves increasingly don't give a crap about sound quality, lighting, cleanliness, or doing anything about the non-stop talkers and text-messagers. The situation described by the patron in her letter -- having their tickets checked in the middle of the movie -- seems surprising only to the extent that it represents theater employees involving themselves in what's going on inside the auditorium. With stuff like this happening, it's not going to be a case of "F--k you, go to another theater." It will be customers saying in even larger numbers, "F--k you right back, we're staying home." Have fun with that one, motion picture industry.
City Weekly's Flick Clique movie-lovers club returns from its holiday/Sundance hiatus to offer another chance for stimulating cinematic conversation. And it all happens tonight.
Oscar prognosticators all have their opinions about Best Picture, the acting categories, even cinematography. But what has two thumbs and is determined to help you figure out the documentary shorts? This guy.
Disney wants to reduce the time between theatrical debut and home-viewing release. And some theaters are wondering if that means you won't want to go to the theater at all.