In relation to the Oscars, there’s all the time one thing to bellyache about. Overlook the unworthy movies the Academy deems worthy. (Paging Ms. Pérez, first title Emilia.) It’s what doesn’t get nominated...
The unique poster for The Conjuring is sort of hanging. A home, clearly haunted, sits within the distance, half-submerged in a patina of ghostly fog. Within the foreground, a mighty tree curls out...
If Hell has an Ikea, it’s fully stocked with the designer grotesqueries that pass for furniture in Crimes of the Future. Dangling womb hammocks, the latest advance in bio-mechanical Tempur-Pedic technology, squirm to...
