I’ve never heard of the Oakland Underground Film Festival before today, but I guess that’s kind of the point, right? With the SF International Film Festival keeping all the local movie critics busy right now, it’s easy to overlook our friends in the East Bay. But tomorrow night the Pavilion

History is often best marked by the buildings and landmarks left behind.  These edifices act as scars, reminding us that our time is short and that there were people here before us, just as there will be after us.  It’s the buildings remaining once an era has passed, that allow

As I write this I am smack dab in the middle of an epic day known to geeks and movie lovers across the world as the one, the only, the Day of the Rings. On this day of reckoning the girls/boys are separated from ladies/men in an almighty back to

I like movies.  I like the escape they offer, I like being told good stories, and I like the post-film discussions they prompt over steaming hot chocolate.  What I do not like is how much they cost.  Believe me, I understand the occasional splurge to see Avatar in IMAX 3D

There’s only one thing I love better than bad movies, and that is cheap bad movies. Making a night of it? Well, that is just the greatest idea ever. Luckily the lovely people over at The Dark Room had the totally awesome idea of making every Sunday $5 Bad Movie

Since I’ve moved to New York in 2005, this winter has by far been the coldest, windiest, and most blizzard-y one.  Now more than ever I feel myself much less inclined to step outside, especially when the wind sounds like something in Misselthwaite Manor, a la The Secret Garden.  Though,

It’s virtually impossible to sort through the endless amount of mindless romantic comedies produced in the past decade — they’re either almost indistinguishable from one another, or simply hard to ascertain which ones are more offensive than others.  Much has been written (this, this, and this being more to my

We’ve all met this guy, perhaps several time in our lives, and in various forms.  His roots can possibly be traced as far back as Dylan McKay.   You know who I’m talking about– that semi-disheveled, cooler-than-thou, seemingly confident guy who’s maybe a musician, idolizes Cool Hand Luke, seems to always