ZACK AND MIRI MAKE A PORNO. It's got the sentimentality of Chasing Amy and the foul, sharpened tongue of Clerks. Perfectly cast (from Judd Apatow's stable), with just a little too much dwelling on tired porn jokes. Kevin Smith always makes his leading ladies "one of the guys," which always wins me over, despite it being a product of his dialogue all being written the same. And it needs an epilogue. Of course such a title is just open-ended enough to suggest a sequel/series, which a pair with such chemistry deserves. Take your best friend.
ZODIAC. Wow. Amazing that a film about an unresolved case could be so satisfying. I'm in the minority in thinking it was very Fincher-ian, it just didn't have a lot of those slick technocrane camera moves. But the attention to detail was sick, as was his trademark color palette. Great flick all around, awesome cast.
ZOMBIE STRIPPERS!Exactly as ________ as you think it will be. Robert Englund, salacious club proprietor, can't count the cash fast enough once Jenna Jameson and her pole-posse go undead to reveal superhuman flesh-grinding skills, even as they're killing business. Who knew so many Nebraskans had boob jobs? Bonus points for a multi-hatted director, but points deducted for the endless Bush-bashings that date this grindhouse flick.
It's got the sentimentality of Chasing Amy and the foul, sharpened tongue of Clerks. Perfectly cast (from Judd Apatow's stable), with just a little too much dwelling on tired porn jokes. Kevin Smith always makes his leading ladies "one of the guys," which always wins me over, despite it being a product of his dialogue all being written the same. And it needs an epilogue. Of course such a title is just open-ended enough to suggest a sequel/series, which a pair with such chemistry deserves. Take your best friend. 
Wow. Amazing that a film about an unresolved case could be so satisfying. I'm in the minority in thinking it was very Fincher-ian, it just didn't have a lot of those slick technocrane camera moves. But the attention to detail was sick, as was his trademark color palette. Great flick all around, awesome cast.
Exactly as ________ as you think it will be. Robert Englund, salacious club proprietor, can't count the cash fast enough once Jenna Jameson and her pole-posse go undead to reveal superhuman flesh-grinding skills, even as they're killing business. Who knew so many Nebraskans had boob jobs? Bonus points for a multi-hatted director, but points deducted for the endless Bush-bashings that date this grindhouse flick.