Portrait of the Artist as a Young Asswipe. Matt Johnson’s film concerns a seminal summer in the nascent career of a young, pretentious punk-ass who eventually grows up to become Anthony Bourdain, capturing, in essence, a young man at the precise crux between his reach and his grasp. As beloved as the later-day Bourdain, the one-time high-end chef, turned tell-all memoirist, and eventual global TV mainstay, became, by his own admission, his early years were pockmocked by fits of self-absorption, self-destruction, and grating irascibility that, to his considerable credit, he has never shied away from (in the film’s epigraph, he refers to himself in that era as a “spoiled, narcissistic brat.”) 

Serves as a raucously rousing send-off for both its iconic character and main star.

Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard fails to deliver a solid hit and instead sprays jokes like bullets everywhere to see which ones reach their targets.

Knight of Cups will coerce you into contemplating the benefits of seppuku.

As I get older, I find that it’s more difficult to get up the energy to even mow the lawn, let alone go off into battle or fight someone younger. I have immense respect for anyone who somehow pulls off these stunts in their golden years. Sylvester Stallone and crew face those kinds of challenges […]

Calvin Weir-Fields (played by Paul Dano) is potentially America’s next great literary wonder. He had the fortune (or misfortune depending on your perspective) of writing a beloved book with his first effort out of the gate at 19 years old. Now, several years later, he’s stuck with a seemingly endless case of writer’s block while […]

I can’t even recall large swaths of Shrek the Third and I just saw it Friday night. It was totally forgettable. I don’t know that much could have been done about it as this story really was about the uniqueness of it all. Once that was gone, there really wasn’t any point. This one felt like […]