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A War Movie With Aliens
“Battle: Los Angeles” is a war movie, pure and simple. It features virtually every convention of the genre and cribs from the battalions of war movies that came before.
Who's Afraid Of Wasting $10?
It was then that our brave, little movie critic had enough and stood and shouted into the darkness, “’Red Riding Hood,’ what horrible plotting you have.” “The better to bore you with, my dear,” it replied.
Aggressive Communication
I have heard aggression talked about as a neutral thing. It’s different from anger. It is force, and force is often called for. Without it we’d be mashed to the ground.
Sci Fi Meets Romance
If I were to break out my Clever Movie Critic’s Big Book of Witticisms, I would use it to describe “The Adjustment Bureau” as “The Matrix: A Love Story,” leave the review at that and spend the rest of the day in Margaritaville.
'Rango' A Multifaceted Marvel
I guess the best way to describe “Rango” is to imagine taking four-parts Spaghetti Western, one-part “The Lion King,” two-parts “Chinatown” and three-parts “Blazing Saddles”; dumping it all in a blender and pressing “puree.”
Exhausted From Holding It In
He was going to, but as he laid his hand on the coffin edge the dog came out of the house and then the door slammed shut. On the front porch John Johnson stood with his pistol.
Discipline And Words
A man I trust very much said to me recently that I can let everything else I do be completely undisciplined, so long as I practice discipline as a writer. Instead, I fulfill obligations.
Fluid Movements
Wolves were after the girl. She ran and reached the tree at the end of the yard that held a swing she’d constructed out of a flexible sheet of red plastic and two dirty white lengths of rope.
Backstory: Feb. 10
It is excruciatingly hard to write a story. That’s true for most of us, anyway.
Covert Operations
I used to sneak out of my mother’s house, catch the 81 bus with the 4 a.m. workers and the homeless slouchers, transfer downtown on an empty corner near City Hall, and take the Number Four to my boyfriend’s stop in Silverlake.
