I’m sorry; I didn’t see “New Moon.” I’m not even one of those too-cool-for-“Twilight” hipsters or anything, in fact, I read the first book in Stephenie Meyers’ Twilight series, saw the first movie, and actually thought, Wow I love vampires and they are attractive and I would like to have sex with them. But then I remembered I could just go watch “True Blood,” which is an equally guilty pleasure, but has a lot more grave-sex and, well, sex in general (thanks HBO!). But just to reiterate: I’m not anti-”Twilight,” and if someone asked me I would probably put myself on Team Edward, even though I might feel some underlying white guilt since, as far as I can tell, “New Moon” is a loose interpretation of the story of the original Pilgrims, what with the Native American werewolves fighting the European clan of vampires and what-not. Just in time for Thanksgiving too! Keep reading »
Who’s looking forward to the Werner Herzog re-imagining of “Bad Lieutenant,” which has gotten good reviews but has a laughable trailer in which Nicolas Cage talks about his lucky crack pipe? Anyone? Keep reading »
Megan Fox‘s “Jennifer’s Body” came out last weekend, bringing writer Diablo Cody back into the spotlight we left her in, covered in rotten tomatoes from irate “Juno” haters. Sure, there is “The United States of Tara,” but Toni Collette won that Emmy for a reason: She’s working with so little. But so far, there’s been tentative praise for the horror/comedy “Jennifer’s Body,” where Cody’s quirky dialogue fits right in amongst the bloodshed. Think “Heathers” meets “Rosemary’s Angry Teenage Daughter.”
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While “(500) Days of Summer” is only the latest warm weather flick to explore the delights and wonders of monogamy, there’s been a relative dearth of love triangles in recent cinema. Are ménages à trois no longer in fashion? It seemed like the ’90s were full of threesomes, coming (so to speak) in all different shapes and genders: Was Gregg Araki’s “Splendor” really that bad that it signaled the end of a decade-long exploration into the not-so-single life? Below, four films that promised us the magical number 3 but never delivered on the company, much less the crowd. Keep reading »
It’s time for a new Harry Potter movie, which opened at midnight last night/this morning, and judging from the posters/trailers, this will be the one with all the sex in it. Right? I don’t really follow the Rowling’s continuum but from what I gather, when young wizards hit puberty they make out and have sexual urges just like you and me.
While I can still recall the first HP film and how young Harry and Ron and those kids looked, that was (almost) a decade before last fall, when the titular actor showed off his little Daniel Radcliffe to audiences on two different continental stages in the play Equus . That was a big deal! We’re in an era in which Jason Siegel flashing his penis in “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” or seeing a quick glimpse of manhood from Kim Cattrall’s lust-object in “Sex and the City” barely garners an R-rating. Yet there was something about Radcliffe’s decision to bare-all in that horse sex play: It was almost the boy’s Bar Mitzvah. Last fall, Daniel Radcliffe made the decision to become “a man.” Keep reading »