Confession: when this movie was advertised where I live, I dismissed it because I thought the posters showed three boys. Meh, just another coming-of-age movie for the lads, I thought. I’ll pass. 

Silly me. We Are the Best! is charming, funny, and nostalgic in a way that I didn’t expect for a movie set years before I was born.  (more…)

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If you haven’t seen Butter, I insist you grab some take out on your way home from work and watch it…

When Les Petits Mouchoirs ended I was surprised, nostalgic and reflective. I was surprised because the ending was unexpected; nostalgic because it reminded me of my college days; and reflective because I was questioning the translation of the title of the movie: "Little White Lies." To be semantically correct, I don’t think the film is about lies, but rather secrets and, specifically, what we keep from our close friends and loved ones and who we trust to tell what. Now, that does beg the question: what is the difference between a lie, a secret, and honesty in general, but that’s a separate discussion.

Sherlock Holmes did not disappoint. The fabulous setting, luscious period costumes, and engaging music drew me right into the scenes. The action-packed opening grabbed my attention and held it tightly until the end. I sat glued to my seat for fear of missing something. The movie creates the impression that every second is crucial to the story line. It oozes great lines and small details that may or may not play a part later in the story, you won't know until the end of the show. I ignored my bladder for at least the last hour of the movie. The audience must pay attention and I didn't want to cause anyone else to miss even one little detail.