Teen Titans Go! To the Movies
The most remarkable accomplishment of Teen Titans Go! To the Movies is that a children’s film about how there are too many superhero movies has…
Michael Parks
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Tusk (2014)
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Howard Howe
Simon Abrams -
We Are What We Are (2013)
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Doc Barrow
Peter Sobczynski -
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (2007)
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Henry Craig
Roger Ebert -
Kill Bill, Volume 2 (2004)
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Esteban/Earl
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Big Bad Love (2002)
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Mr. Aaron
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Niagara Niagara (1998)
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Walter
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From Dusk Till Dawn (1996)
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Texas Ranger
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The Happening (1967)
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Sureshot
Roger Ebert
* This filmography is not intended to be a comprehensive list of this artist’s work. Instead it reflects the films this person has been involved with that have been reviewed on this site.
Michael Parks: 1940-2017
A tribute to the late actor Michael Parks.
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Lists from our critics and contributors on the best of 2014.
Cannes: Yacht parties, Faulkner, and cannibal families
If you go to a yacht party, don't expect to be living out your own version of "The Talented Mr. Ripley."
Django Unchain my heart (and set me free)
Quentin Tarantino has found his actor in Christoph Waltz -- someone who can speak Tarantinian fluently and still make it his own. When Waltz uses a self-consciously ostentatious word like "ascertain" (as in, "I was simply trying to ascertain..." -- the kind of verbiage QT is as likely to put in the mouth of a lowlife crook as a German dentist, or a Francophile plantation slavemaster, for that matter), it sounds right. As someone to whom Tarantino's dialog often sounds cliche-ridden and cutesy, it's a pleasure to hear Waltz saying the words in character rather than simply as a mouthpiece for the writer-director.
Oh, stop. This isn't sounding the way I want it to.
#43 December 29, 2010
So, did you like what you got for Christmas..?
Interview with Ann-Margret (1982)
ANNES, FRANCE - Outside on the beaches of the Mediterranean, there were small riots taking place as the paparazzi stalked the stars, and would-be starlets stalked the paparazzi across the topless sands and into the sea. But here, in the cool of the royal gray room of the expensive gray D'Albion hotel, all was calm and a little subdued, and a Muzak version of "Lazy River" played while Ann-Margret studied her menu.
