Movies

We're a little over a month away from the release of Marvel's next big adventure, the Paul Rudd starring Ant-Man. Today sees a new...

A quick round-up of a few Entertainment headlines that appeared over the weekend

One of the big critical darlings of last year, Lumberjanes is a fabulous comic series written by Noelle Stevenson and Grace Ellis, with art...

And some more casting news, this time on the DC side of the tracks

Marvel may have found the mentor of Benedict Cumberbatch's Sorcerer Supreme

Fox plans to take another swing at the Moore/O'Neill Victorian mashup

The Sin City director will be returning to the family adventure genre

George Miller's Mad Max: Fury Road has been a nice moderate hit, accumulating 95 million over the past 11 days, with word of mouth...

With a script credited to Lindelof, Jeff Jensen, and director Brad Bird, Tomorrowland feels like a concept or idea (or a philosophy, even) that was fleshed out into 15 minutes of story in writer's room. That 15 minutes of story was nestled into the movie's ending, and 90 minutes of "robots-are-chasing-you-run!" were tacked on ahead of it. A movie that knew where it wanted to go, but had no idea how to get there.

Because uniting to fight boredom takes teamwork, Paramount has just made a Devastator out of a bunch of star writers to revamp the Transformers franchise, and Robert Kirkman is among them. The team, led by Akiva Goldsman, includes Kirkman, Art Marcum and Matt Holloway (Iron Man) Zak Penn (Pacific Rim 2 and X-Men: The Last Stand) and Jeff Pinkner (Lost, Fringe) So yes, this is pretty much the superhero franchise dream team. They'll sit around thinking about ways to make the Transformers cool. I got one word: Victorion..

And in doing so, might very well create the most beautiful looking sci-fi film ever

After attending an afternoon showing of Mad Max Fury Road, I stood outside the theater in a daze. I was almost literally speechless, and my PTSD continued as I hopped in a cab to go to a dinner engagement. Fury Road's insane, relentless, vivid and non-stop car chase was so senses shattering that it felt weird to actually BE in a car in the real world. I kept expecting the taxi to rear end a war rig or see an Interceptor career towards us at a 45 degree angle or have a Polecat suddenly dip towards our cab, lobbing a grenade. The real world suddenly seemed like a distant echo of the thunderous one that had seared itself on my eyeballs for the last 120 minutes. My visceral reaction was so different from how I felt after any number of recent CGI extravaganzas. I'd forgotten about Age of Ultron by the time I crossed the street. I left Guardians of the Galaxy humming "Ain't no Mountain High Enough" and loving raccoons, but the plot quickly receded into the rearview mirror. Perhaps this is because of my own subconscious processing of real images as opposed to animated ones — the practical effects of Fury Road are so much more memorable and powerful—and expensive.