They made him see Fool's Gold this time.
Just when we were getting all revved up with righteous indignation, guess who delivers a welcome blast of critical dismissal?
A.O. Scott, open your heart to the magic of bronzed and gleaming Hollywood stars!
But now, thanks to the market-expanding popularity of the Nintendo Wii, gamers are buying crap just like the rest of us.
Such is the paucity of non-laughable films appearing today that even the Times' estimable A.O. Scott must take one for the team and review Over Her Dead Body.
Even Christianity Today gets in on the act.
So far, most of Cloverfield's reviews tend to praise it — or write it off — as a simple movie about a giant monster biting a hole through greater Manhattan (and lots of Manhattanites). But could it be something deeper?
In an over-the-top rave the likes of which have not been seen since David Denby's review for The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Ain't It Cool News' Harry Knowles declares Cloverfield "Utterly Brilliant," a "true milestone in film," and "a complete reinvention of the disaster movie, the giant monster movie, and even the love story."
"No, Mom. I’m not Ivan Brunetti’s girlfriend."
Doing double duty today, the Times's venerable cutup A.O. Scott reviews one movie that we've quite been looking forward to (Sweeney Todd) and another we figured we'd wait to catch on DVD (Charlie Wilson's War).
A Times reviewer freaks out in the middle of his big break.
Take that, unsuitably elitist New York film critics!
Shame on you, critics! Shame on you for picking movies you really like!
Another head-scratching rave from the Times theater critic?
"A classroom presentation on a seven-figure budget."
Sasha-Frere Jones's recent New Yorker piece "A Paler Shade of White: How Indie Rock Lost Its Soul" has inspired its biggest outrage yet!
The New York Times theater critic is at his snooty best in dismissing Fuerzabruta.
How did we all get an important plot detail so totally wrong?
Can anyone beat Alessandra Stanley's gold standard?
Three hopeful art films … a hail of gunfire.
Game, set, match, New York Post.
Fans of Rex Reed's usual nap-inducing work as a film critic for the Observer are bound to be disappointed by today's eminently readable triple-takedown of three movies featured at this year's New York Film Festival.
It ain't exactly Cahiers du cinéma.
The Season of the Wang continues.
The American literary Establishment can rest easy for another week.