Pulling a Quigley, Down Under(-fire)

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I love it when life imitates art. You know, like when you see something in some Hollywood flick, and you say to yourself, “Self, that could NEVER happen in real…

The REAL Miss America

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I received the following email from a friend. (A female friend, no less.) I present it here, verbatim, for your reading pleasure: The real Miss America There‚Äôs a Proud Papa…

BangBang Cinema: The Hurt Locker

I see a lot of movies in a year. Hell, I probably see more movies in a month than a lot of people do in twelve. But every now and then, one that I should have caught slips past my checkpoint and executes a successful evasion. Such was the case with The Hurt Locker. You’d think a film that won six Academy Awards, including Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Original Screenplay, would be immune from my critical eye and TTAG’s weapons handling critique. But you’d be wrong. I don’t care how many awards you’ve won, because there’s no naked gold man statue on my shelf. Okay, so there is, but it isn’t a Hurt Locker Oscar.

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I see a lot of movies in a year. Hell, I probably see more movies in a month than a lot of people do in twelve. But every now and…