Sure, some people enjoyed that Oscars telecast, with its musical numbers and boring speeches and tits that refused to pop out of dresses. For everyone else, we proudly present the Penthouse Double D Awards.
It seems like Butler appears in every other bad movie that comes out, and Aniston’s presence in a film is usually a guarantee of a middling chick flick.
Casting the sufficiently lupine Del Toro in the title role seems right, and scenery-chewer Hopkins, who plays Wolfie’s estranged Victorian dad, is always good for an eye roll or two.
Forgive the boring title; the original 1986 miniseries—about a detective investigating the murder of his activist daughter—is revered in its native England with a passion usually reserved for Robbie Williams.
You may have seen the (literally) over-the-top trailer—the one in which a sweet-faced granny suddenly turns flesh-eating demon and starts crawling on the ceiling.
This postapocalyptic thriller from the Hughes Brothers looks like an amped-up, pulpier, possibly religious, Kung Fu cousin of the recent Cormac McCarthy adaptation The Road.
