Kills Me Dead

I cried. You’ll probably cry.

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

What has two thumbs, speaks limited Hungarian, and is right up my alley? This movie!

I think it’s probably really hard to make a movie this devoid of cynicism in this day and age.

Rarely do I have an opportunity to describe a Scorsese flick as delightful or magical, but this is one of those times.

Knocked Up, vampire-style.

There’s pretty much no reason to see this, not even for shirtless Daniel Craig.

I’m rarely superstitious, but seriously, never do anything on the Ides of March.

Not quite a coming-of-age story but a nice bit of autobiography nonetheless.

Michael Fassbender quietly acts the hell out of this.

Sometimes snarky, usually indignant