Kills Me Dead

I cried. You’ll probably cry.

Well within Spielberg’s comfort zone but not exactly his crowning effort in this area.

Knocked Up, vampire-style.

There’s something Fight Club-y about this, and not in a good way.

You really only need to see this if you’re working through the filmography of someone who unfortunately appears in it. Ahem.

A little less conversation, a little more action, please.

I’m inviting Jude Law to my next costume party.

Don’t come here looking for Bella Swan and Jane the Volturi.

Cross this one off my list, finally.

I can’t think of any context in which I don’t like time-lapsed photography.

Sometimes snarky, usually indignant