We always knew they’d be back indeed. We just didn’t know that they would be back in a movie this astoundingly bad. Look, I put down over twelve hundred words in digital ink to tear this stupid fucking thing a new one; I’ve earned my keep. I don’t have to preamble. The article I wrote … Continue reading
“Who is this dashing, mustachioed Mortdecai chap? An art dealer, you say? A man of high breeding with impeccable taste in paintings and wines? A scalawag, a ne’er-do-well, a man of shady intentions? That clears things up a bit, but still, who isMortdecai? A putz, a schlemiel, a real screwup, an oaf dressed in aristocrat’s … Continue reading
A Constant Visual Feast 