Again let us praise the giddy delight that the minions provide. Sure, they have trouble carrying their own films, but as the dada-esque relief, particularly of a middling film, they are a tonic for the soul that gives us the strength to hang on until the final credits, where they provide some of the best… Read More »
NACHO LIBRE
It was when Jack Black, as the titular Nacho in NACHO LIBRE, turns his back to the camera and flexes his polyester-encased buttocks within an inch of their lives that I realized something. Even if I’d had the foresight to bring some with me, there was not enough alcohol or any other conscious-altering substance out… Read More »