Even now, Interstellar goes a long way to feed the space Jones

Sometime in our not-too-distant but definitely dusty future, the folks living in the farm belt are having one heck of a time turning out the crops. Blight is hitting everything that used to feed their fellow Americans, it becomes quite clear early on during Interstellar, as a family with a determined man played so well…

Wouldn’t you know it, everybody gets sad when The Lady in the Van actually departs

You think it’s bad when your tipsy uncle won’t take the hint and go home when you turn the lights off when everybody else knows the holiday party is going, going, gone? Think about the plight of the London guy who saw his driveway chosen by the senior woman who’d chosen his neighborhood as the…

Young love in Ireland? Just add music, and Sing Street grows strong

Remember when you were lost, swimming in teen angst, and when you put on a record that black spinning vinyl acted like an oval orange lifesaver? John Carney surely does. The writer and director of Sing Street sweetly shares those tumultuous feelings with a 1-hour, 46-minute treat that’s part drama, part comedy, part musical and…

Behold Trumbo and his superhero power of … Writing!

Behold the newest member of the Marvel Universe. He wears big glasses and a bushy mustache not as a disguise but as part of his everyday Hollywood attire. Trumbo slays the evil empire by … Wait. I’m mixing studios and genres here, obviously. But director Jay Roach certainly took John McNamara’s script based on Bruce…

Spotlight delivers what we needed

Hooray, daily journalism. Boo, Catholic Church. That would be the easy way to review the award-winning Spotlight, directed by Tom McCarthy from the script he co-wrote with Josh Singer about the true tale of how Boston Globe’s investigative team painfully and pain-stakingly put together the series that once and for all brought the decades of…

As a sexy superhero movie, Deadpool wins on both accounts

The Marvel Universe wins me over more and more each movie I see. With the timing (and expense) of one-a-week in the big-screen theaters, I didn’t get to join in on the Deadpool hysteria. I pulled it out of the Orange MediaBank machine with my card at the Liverpool Public Library – where you don’t…