Humanizing The Vacuum

In which Tilda Swinton swills several cocktails, bumps and grinds with a coworker at an office party, totters uneasily on stiletto heels, fucks him in the car, is forced to attend an AA meeting, drinks some more, and wakes up next to Saul Rubinek. That’s in the first forty minutes…

In which George Clooney realizes that being a single man with limitless frequent flier miles isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, so  after visiting his estranged sisters in Milwaukee he attempts to convince Vera Farmiga to settle down with him, despite having enjoyed a perfectly marvelous relationship in which…

Surprised no one’s made much of the Black Book comparisons — the last can-you-top-this? movie about Nazis and Jews, and in its commingling of the absurd, vulgar, and melodramatic, Verhoeven’s a more entertaining and honest film than Schindler’s List. The Straw Dogs vigilante-type stuff made me cringe but it’s mitigated…

When we look back at Things To Do in Denver When We’re Dead and Killing Zoe, we remember the baleful influence of Quentin Tarantino on nineties genre pics. I credit evolution for allowing us to recognize Garden State clones before the ten-year grace period. If you ever wanted to see…