…because I’ve been slack & not updating here.  Hey, I’ve been (really lazy) taking a break (sleeping) after 31 in 31.  What can I say?  (Again, lazy.)

So…here’s a quick-n-dirty.  As always, clicky to read the full review over at Geek for e (not shilling for my new gig…okay, I am.)  Bon Movie-tit!

Movie Review: A Very Harold & Kumar 3D Christmas

Deck the halls with bowls of doobie…’Tis the season to be groovy.  And if you’re in the mood to pass up the frankincense and myrrh for something with a bit more kick, then A Very Harold & Kumar 3D Christmas is for you.  And because they love you, it’s coming out before Thanksgiving, so you can…relax a bit before the family gatherings.

Movie Review: The Skin I Live In

Take bits of Frankenstein and Fall of the House of Usher, add a touch of Pygmalion and…well, if I mention the fourth film that comes to mind I’d give away a major plot point of the movie.  Trust me that it’s an unusual, messed up concoction of obsession, desire and science that only Pedro Almodóvar could bring to the screen.  Based on the novel Mygale (also known as Tarantula) by Thierry Jonquet, The Skin I Live In takes you on a winding, dark road to a conclusion that is repulsive and fascinating.  This movie may not be for everyone — Almodóvar can be an acquired taste — but if you’re looking for a jaw-dropping experience, this is the ticket.  I only wish it had opened in time for Halloween, since it has a feel that’s tailor-made for that holiday.

Movie Review: Martha Marcy May Marlene

Martha Marcy May Marlene takes a look at a modern-day Manson family, and one girl’s attempt to break free.  But you can take the girl out of the cult, but you can’t take the cult out of her head, leading poor little M4 to increasingly outrageous acts of paranoia and terror.  But an overwhelming abundance of brilliant performances can’t make up for leaden, choppy storytelling and an ending that makes the final scene from The Sopranos seem like a tidy little package.

Movie Review — Anonymous

“To see Anonymous or not to see Anonymous: that is the question“…no.
“Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to speak about Anonymous“…and, no.
“Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by Anonymous“…oh God, no.

Oh bugger.  The course of true critique never did run smooth, and I’m no Shakespeare.  So let me just say, in my own words, that Anonymous is the official starting bell for the Oscar race this year.  It’s a wild and crazy, swords and swagger, love and lust look at how Shakespeare maybe-coulda-possibly come up with all those wonderful plays, sonnets and poems.  And the movie is wonderful itsownself; it’s as dazzling a story as anything Shakespeare could have come up with.  Huzzah!