Imagine if Bob Rafelson simply shrugged regarding Mountains of the Moon and named it Nile? Or if Werner Herzog, drunk with rage and self-loathing, had spit out Amazon rather than Fitzcarraldo?

Holy fucking shit, why is this film such a guilty pleasure? Despite hating it before, during, and immediately after its theatrical release….

The School of Rock is the sort of film that would be instantly forgotten if it weren’t for the fact that its lead actor is the “next big thing.”

I can sum up this movie from the quote I heard an eight year old make as we left the theater .

In all, Seabiscuit is a loving tribute to a fantastically gifted horse and the people who cared for him.

To show Mort he’s serious, Shooter kills Mort’s dog with a screwdriver.