Sasha Lane’s first role brings her cross-country
Jaws rip-offs sighted at 12 o’clock
On the Coolidge’s program of vehicular horror films
Tired of going to the same music venues? Us too.
“If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour… you’re gonna see some serious shit.”
This week it’s all about making some noise!
If you’re measuring by body count, though, the Coolidge Corner Theatre is the biggest menace of the scare season this year.
A judge and a detective get involved as the seventh and eighth wheels, because this is that type of movie—the type of comedy they might’ve made in the ’30s, when detectives and judges were always walking into farcical scenes at the wrong time.
It doesn’t matter if the shot misses its mark by a bit. You still didn’t see it coming.
“That’s what put me on The Daily Show as the resident expert, the kind of person that would say with a straight face that Franklin Roosevelt had a hook for a hand but you never noticed it because it’s shaped like a wheelchair.”