"The Naked Gun," denuded.
Chris Klimek
Liam Neeson has a very particular set of briefs in The Naked Gun. (Paramount)
Funny is back, baby. My Washington City Paper review of The Naked Gun ‘25 is here.
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Liam Neeson has a very particular set of briefs in The Naked Gun. (Paramount)
Funny is back, baby. My Washington City Paper review of The Naked Gun ‘25 is here.
TIme wrinkles in Arena Stage’s new musical. (T Charles Erickson)
It’s tough not to root for a new musical adaptation of Madeleine L’Engel’s seminal YA novel A Wrinkle in Time. I hope its creators will try, try again.
You can trust him; he’s a doctor. Ralph Fiennes in 28 Years Later.
I don’t know if I need two more of these in the next couple of years, but 28 Years Later, the reunion of director Danny Boyle and screenwriter Alex Garland 23 year after their influential zombie flick 28 Days Later, is pretty great. My Washington City Paper review is here.
Rebecca S’manga Frank and Nick Westrate create a monster. (DJ Corey Photography)
At Shakespeare Theatre Company, Emily Burns updates Mary Shelley’s 200-year-old monster mash for the tech oligarch age. My Washington City Paper review is here.
The right to bear de Armas: A girl gets a flamethrower in a flick From the World of John Wick. (Murray Close)
My Washington City Paper review of Ballerina, from the non-wizarding World of John Wick, is here.
Tom Cruise has yet another plane to catch in The Final Reckoning. (Paramount)
Any new Mission flick is the start of a long relationship for me, and as with 2023’s Dead Reckoning, my estimation of the new one went up on a second viewing. It’s still a goddamn mess, though.
My Washington City Paper review of Mission: Impossible — The Final Reckoning, the eighth and perhaps-but-also-perhaps-not climactic MIssion is here.
Sun’s out, guns out. Jon Bernthal and Ben Affleck shoot ‘em up.
A vestigial tale to an 8.5-year-old movie where Ben Affleck plays an autistic book-cooker and throat-puncher. That’s The Accountant 2.
Lizan Mitchell and Khalia Muhammad (Chris Banks)
My review of Erika Dickerson-Despenza’s Blackburn Prize-winning play following a family through the Flint, MI water emergency is here.