Waking Ned Devine has everything I require in a film: bizarre love triangles, rich Irish accents, and naked old men riding motorcycles. (more…)

Bear with me.  I just saw this movie last night down at Horton Plaza and was one of four people in the theater (what kind of lame-o goes to the movies on a Wednesday night?).  The only thing I knew about Up beforehand was that it makes everybody cry.  And, unlike Brandon Perna, I do have tear ducts. (more…)

Haunting images of Latin American poverty and brutal gang violence are stunningly depicted in Sin Nombre, as writer-director Cary Joji Fukunaga shows the struggles of those in search of a better tomorrow. (more…)