We've moved away from being a culture of people who think about movies to one made up of people who believe that spouting a list of preferences is the same as registering an opinion.

Who would have thought that [director] Cameron Crowe had a movie as bad as Vanilla Sky in him? It's a punishing picture, a betrayal of everything that Crowe has proved he knows how to do right.

The scariest thing in it may be the way the clock radio has a way of turning itself on, loudly, of its own accord. The song is always the Carpenters' "We've Only Just Begun." Now that's horror.

It's impossible to tell what's going on at any given moment in Tomb of the Dragon Emperor; it's even harder to care about being able to tell.

The bigger question to ask about 300 is why, for a supposedly rousing tale of heroism, it's so curiously unaffecting.

Pan's Labyrinth works on so many levels that it seems to change shape even as you watch it. It is, at times, a joyless picture, and its pall of sadness can begin to weigh you down.

"Batman Begins" leaks existential phoniness from the first frame.

While "9 Songs" is sexually explicit in the basic sense, its directness is what's most fascinating, and ultimately most moving, about it.

This film "Phantom" takes everything that's wrong with Broadway and puts it on the big screen in a gaudy splat.

Monster is a compassionate picture without any obvious agenda. And it's effective precisely because it's not a polemic.

I can't remember ever feeling so glad that a movie was finally over. [Director George] Lucas may have held my imagination hostage for two hours, but reclaiming it afterward wasn't hard at all.

Things that are too easily achieved don't inspire anyone.

To know only one thing well is to have a barbaric mind: civilization implies the graceful relation of all varieties of experience to a central human system of thought.

I have avoided becoming stale by putting a little water on the plate, lying on the plate, and having myself refreshed in a toaster oven for 23 minutes once every month.

The only good thing about the good old days is they're gone.

Nothing anybody's said or written about me ever bothers me, except when it does.

Facebook has revealed their estimated net worth - $96 billion. That's almost as much money as businesses lose every year from their employees wasting time looking at Facebook.

Loyalty to the school to which your parents pay to send you seemed to me like feeling loyalty to Selfridges.

If I could play drums like Patrick Carney or Taylor Hawkins, I'd be a really happy person.

Plant now the roses of Hope, Love, Promise, God Consciousness, and the Glory of your Soul.