Ghostbusters — The Red Vic
What do you say to this harbinger of good tidings, this eight-ball vision of justice, this love poem to a naughty librarian? Break out your ray guns of affirmation. Regale us, please.
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District 9 / Alien — Castro Theatre
Many a quibble has been had at a burrito hole between the Appeal staff as to which is the finest Alien, and which, the poorest. A legacy marked by skull crushing highs and lava pit lows. Semantic vomit. Ripley, we heed your call.
SF Doc Fest — The Roxie
Who shall we follow today? A trenchcoated yokel? A leaf-bearing shaman? An alleyway grifter? A pebble or two? They call you amateurs. Nonsense. You are mosquitoes and you are thirsty.
Antichrist — Embarcadero Center Cinema
Oh no, errant child. You’ve wandered into a den of horrors. Burrow beneath the cushions for now. How did you get in here? No matter now. Showman, sir, there’s been an awful mistake. Might you have a cartoon somewhere in the back? Be still. It’ll be over soon.
Big Fan — Lumiere Theatre
Sports. Can you utter the word in a melancholic drone? With a bit of drool? I too am a fan. And big. Might I see my bobblehead in a happy meal some day?
Ong Bak 2: The Beginning — Lumiere Theatre
Knees abound in Thailand. There are more knees than elbows. More elbows than fingers. More fingers than thieves. Your knees will rue the day they slung my girlfriend over their motorcycled lap.
Amelia — Century Centre 9
Neil Armstrong of yesteryear. Astronaut of the clouds. Shed your sword and shield Greek goddess. There will be no more fighting. Right? Brothers?