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‘Gentlemen Broncos’ tedious, unfocused
Once upon a time there was a weird little thrift-shop comedy...
You can’t go home again
The world breaks everyone,” Ernest Hemingway wrote in A Farewell to Arms, “and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that...
Out of the past
Mamma Roma has paid her dues and done her time. For nearly 30 years, she walked the sweaty streets of Rome, turning tricks and...
Three young men seek identity in ‘Oriented’
As the American presidential race continues to heat up, more and more Americans divide themselves across party lines and political predilections. Yet, few see...
‘The Departed’ beer dinner
The timing couldn’t be better. The Alamo
Drafthouse’s series, Hot Takes & Remakes, is a bizarre and beautiful
collection of 30ish movies — some revered, some...
Me and my pal Adolf
Jojo (Roman Griffin
Davis) is a good little Nazi. Jojo’s only 10 years old, but his brown shirt is
spiffy, his red arm badge is on...
Faint pulse praise
Warm is the ultimate ’tweener temperature. It’s not “hot” or “cold”; it rejects extreme or definitive categorization. It’s the thermometer equivalent of “meh.” So, it’s fitting that writer/director Jonathon Levine’s film sports the noncommittal word as the lead in ...
A pretty smart idiot
Floating through life on a personal high only partly provided by cannabis, the bearded, Crocs-sporting, semiprofessional farmer specializing in organics (or rather, “biodynamics”) is played, winningly, by Paul Rudd in an enjoyable shamble of a picture called Our ...
