At the movies: Bridesmaids.

Okay, here's a fun little activity (possibly). First up, here's my Bridesmaids review as it ran in The Tennessean. It's always fun when this happens, because I hear from family members whom I normally would not. Here, then, is my original full-length review, as published at No Concessions on the Metromix Nashville website.

I include both for two reasons- 1) I am desperate for even the slightest bit of attention as a writer, and 2) I think it's interesting to see how the streamlining and editing process works. So take a peek, if you'd like. And definitely see Bridesmaids, because it's pretty awesome.

At the movies: Thor.

Every awful 'Thor' pun made it into my Tennessean review. I couldn't be happier. Well, maybe a bit happier if I'd found a way to use the word Thorganized.

At the movies: Fast Five.

More cars go boom, this time in Brazil. There's a lot to enjoy in this film, namely a mid-credits reversal of something that's been bothering me for two years, some heightened caperings, that muscle bear from the first one who pops up again, and using a corrupt businessman's propensity for grabbing ass to unlock his secrets. At least they didn't call it The Fa5t and The Furiou5. I bet somebody wanted to, though.

At the movies: Potiche.

A mental margarita of a movie that nonetheless promises more fun than it delivers. Deneuve is still an icon, and having a blast. But a note to U.S. distributors- if you use Boney M in a trailer, there better be some Boney M in the actual film. Baccara is always a pleasant surprise, but Baccara is no Boney M.

At the movies: Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives.

So, I was pretty bowled over by finding my review of Uncle Boonmee... in The Tennessean today (I also heard from some folks about it, which was kind of nice). As is their prerogative, they made some editing choices, which is fine, because I knew my pure uncut dope review would run at No Concessions, my webspace on the Metromix page. You can check them both out, if you'd like, though I prefer the Metromix version myself.

At the movies: Super.

The latest film from James Gunn. You might remember him as the sick individual who wrote Tromeo and Juliet. He brings it.

At the movies: Hanna.

So I'm totally digging on the new Joe Wright film. You could take this exact script and make it as a big dumb exploding action blockbuster, and instead, he takes it and makes it work the arthouse runway like a classic art thriller. Love it.