A Sample of Best:
Persona (Ingmar Bergman, 1966)
The very essence of filmmaking. Put on film.
Wings of Desire (Wim Wenders, 1987)
The most spiritually uplifting experience I ever derived from a film.
- And I am NOT a spiritual person.
3-Iron (Kim Ki-duk, 2004)
Cinematic poetry. Symptomatic of the reemergent silent cinema.
Mulholland Drive (David Lynch, 2001)
His most heartbreaking dream play to date.
Batman Returns (Tim Burton, 1992)
German expressionism plus Michelle Pfeiffer in skin-tight vinyl equals genius.
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A Sample of Worst:
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Sex and the City: The Movie (Michael Patrick King, 2008)
A consumerist tract which has the galls to moralize about the virtues of a modest lifestyle in the last fifteen minutes.
Utterly reprehensible.
Death Proof (Quentin Tarantino, 2007)
The one-trick-pony returns with his most ridiculously vacuous film as of yet.
Slim Susie (Ulf Malmros, 2003)
You know what's hilarious? Young girls in rural Sweden getting hooked on drugs.
Oh be STILL my aching sides!
Titanic (James Cameron, 1997)
The anti-romance.
Braveheart (Mel Gibson, 1995)
They may take our lives, but they can never stop me from walking out on this turgid wreck every time it appears on a film network.
Persona (Ingmar Bergman, 1966)
The very essence of filmmaking. Put on film.
Wings of Desire (Wim Wenders, 1987)
The most spiritually uplifting experience I ever derived from a film.
- And I am NOT a spiritual person.
3-Iron (Kim Ki-duk, 2004)
Cinematic poetry. Symptomatic of the reemergent silent cinema.
Mulholland Drive (David Lynch, 2001)
His most heartbreaking dream play to date.
Batman Returns (Tim Burton, 1992)
German expressionism plus Michelle Pfeiffer in skin-tight vinyl equals genius.
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A Sample of Worst:
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Sex and the City: The Movie (Michael Patrick King, 2008)
A consumerist tract which has the galls to moralize about the virtues of a modest lifestyle in the last fifteen minutes.
Utterly reprehensible.
Death Proof (Quentin Tarantino, 2007)
The one-trick-pony returns with his most ridiculously vacuous film as of yet.
Slim Susie (Ulf Malmros, 2003)
You know what's hilarious? Young girls in rural Sweden getting hooked on drugs.
Oh be STILL my aching sides!
Titanic (James Cameron, 1997)
The anti-romance.
Braveheart (Mel Gibson, 1995)
They may take our lives, but they can never stop me from walking out on this turgid wreck every time it appears on a film network.