What an odd, fascinating, creepy movie.
“These are the ten hours of my life I most vociferously want back!” — Bill Wine.
Pulp fiction at its pulpiest and most R-rated outrageous, “The Paperboy” is a sweaty and sleazy southern-fried gothic.
This bottom-feeding home invasion thriller sports a sadistic streak as wide as an airplane hangar and operates throughout at the very top of its thoroughly objectionable lungs.
Who’s likely to go home with the Oscars as best actress and best supporting actress? Bill Wine handicaps those races.
I went with it. I’m back, and it wasn’t worth the trip.
By now you’ve read or heard about the Oscar nominations. Well, KYW’s Bill Wine begs to differ — at least a bit.
Quiet tastefulness. Low-keyed sensitivity. Dry wit. Elegant simplicity.
Here are the year-end attractions moviegoers will be treated to (or, in some cases, subjected to) through the upcoming holiday season.