The Josh Brolin Shoots Dogs/Marcia Gay Harden Is So Gay Harden + Affleck Insurance Policy Film Festival

Thanksgiving is the Jewish Christmas, and yet we still treated it like it was gentile Christmas, by munching on Chinese food and taking in a bunch o movies. Time is short, and so are these reviews…

No Country For Old Man
Old Spice of Life and Death
Trailers & Mo

After the very un-Coenish and un-goodness that was Intolerable Cruelty and the very underwhelming and un-everything that was Ladykillers, the Bros desperately needed to get their shit together, hispecially if they still wanted to be regarded as one of the best writer/director duos in the biz. Luckily for them and for us, they choose a juicy Cormac McCarthy novel to adapt and turn into one of the year’s mos tense and engrossing films. For those of you expecting the usual Coen Bros charm and quirkiness, you may want to throw dem expectations out the window cause this trip is mighty bumpy, and awfully frumpy, and it’s this chilly willy the penguin ride to the dark side that makes No Country one of their best films as well. Much has been mushed about its abrupt conclusion, but it’s not a stinker of an ending, it’s a thinker. One you’ll be investigating days after. As well as what the eff is up with Javier Bardem’s hair? You don’t need to know anything else cept for the time and place of the next showing

Barking Up The Same Tree: love yerself this kinda modern western? then you should czech out Tommy Lee Jones’ directorial debut, The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada [TWS.org review]

John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): Breast In Show

American Gangster
Training Afternoon
Trailers & Mo

Ridley Scott’s American Gangster is ultimately juss New Jack City with a better cast and a different ending. Not that there’s anything wrong with being compared to a Mario Van Peebles film, but one expects a lil more oomph with Russell Crowe and Denzel Washington playing cat and mouse instead of Ice T/Judd Nelson and Wesley Snipes. Let’s not dwell on lost potential, cause any movie where topless chicks are cutting dope is still a solid night of entertainment

Devils of Harlem: American Gangster is the Frank Lucas story and the recently released doc Mr Untouchable [TWS.org review] is all about Nicky Barnes. Somehow neither one of these films rocked our world, even though we really wanted them to. Anywho, NY Mag reunited the two of them for a nice lil interview

John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): Jeepers Worth A Peepers

Gone Baby Gone
The Boston Flee Party
Trailers & Mo

Are we the only one out there who’s tick and sired of seeing movies about seedy Boston and the good cops/bad cops who inhabit it? We think it’s time that a moratorium is declared on this mini-genre before a forth film walks the same exact walk. I’d rather watch Mystic Pizza than the vastly overrated Mystic River, and The Departed, while thighly enjoyable, will always be juss a jazzed-up remake of a solid Hong Kong film that somehow won Best Picture, in a year where big movies kinda blew. Ben Affleck did a good enough job on this, his first big screen adventure behind the camera (despite the miscasting of his little brother, who to me has about as much screen gravitas as the cane from Citizen Kane), but to me, Gone Baby Gone‘s turf is all too familiar. Maybe the next spoof movie can be about bad bad Beantown . We can see it on the marquee now: Enough Is Enough

IMDb Sweeney: Affleck’s first short, I Killed My Lesbian Wife, Hung Her on a Meat Hook, and Now I Have a Three-Picture Deal at Disney, is still one of the greatestist titles we’ve ever heard of

John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): Sum Merit But No Stinkin Badges

The Mist
Supermarket Sweet!
Trailers & Mo

In an age where horror movies are filled with blood and devoid of scares, nuttin has been more welcome than a renaissance of the Stephen King brand. Earlier this year, we were mighty sirprized at the goody gumdropedness that was 1408 [TWS.org review], and with The Mist, well, we were completely MISTified! Sure, we weren’t expecting much at all, but who knew that we’d actually be cowering in our seat for most of the film?! For those who thought Spielberg’s War of The Worlds kinda licked donkey diarrhea, this is the film you’ve been waiting for!

IMDb Sweeney: we all know director Frank Darabont is right at home with adapting King stories, with Shawshank and The Green Snooze Fest Mile under his belt, but didja know his first directing gig was the short The Woman in the Room, from King’s Night Shift?

John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): Breast In Show

Into The Wild
The Wild Keeps Calling Us Back
Trailers & Mo

If you haven’t seen this film, do yerself a flavor and do so ASAP, before it leaves the theaters for good. We already did, but after reading the incredible Jon Krakauer book of the same name, we had to do it all over again. The flick may be long, but so was his adventure, so shut yer darn trap!

McCandless In The Wind: next up on our list of the McCadnless mystery is Ron Lamothe’s doc The Call of The Wild. Hopefully the Netflix people will be gettin a copy soon

John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): still Breast In Show

until next thyme the balcony is clothed…