There’s a shadowy part of me that always dreamed to walk through the disturbingly crowded halls of a famous comic book/sci-fi convention, but I just never found the chance. Well, fate woke from its slumber this past week and dropped the Phoenix Comicon in my lap, and I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to go mingle with fellow dorks.
"Rambo" fingerpaints with blood.
Bono in your lap in "U2 3D."
"Meet the Spartans." Kill me now.
Diane Lane hates the internet in "Untraceable."
"How She Move" move pretty well.
"Cloverfield" has more yawns than scares.
"Blonde Ambition" says to world: "Hello, I'm awful!"
"27 Dresses" hates women.
Woody Allen is chatty in "Cassandra's Dream."
Cash flows, laughs die in "Mad Money."
"Mystery Science Theater" returns in "Cinematic Titanic."
"He Was a Quiet Man" is blazing Christian Slater.
Uwe Boll has returned with "In the Name of the King."
Nicholson and Freeman slowly die in "The Bucket List."
The price of birth in "The Business of Being Born."
Katt Williams steals "First Sunday."
These "VeggieTales" are meant for DVD only.
Welcome to "Tammytown." Bangs optional.
"The Nines" will hurt your brain.
Hang up on "One Missed Call."
Chris Klein's awful acting strikes again in "Day Zero."
"White Noise 2" is everything the original film wasn't.