Michael Bay is the bro of directors. He’ll take your childhood, slap tits on it, and fuck it in slow motion with explosions. Continue reading
Free pizza courtesy of Otto’s. Midnight nostalgia trip courtesy of Coolidge Corner Theatre. Continue reading
At its best, Dark of the Moon is all the rockin’, lasertastic robo-freedom-sex you’d want out of a Transformers movie. At its worst, it’s a serious post-coital discussion about foreign interventionism with a one-night stand that’s overstaying their welcome.
Plus explosions. Continue reading