It doesn’t matter how a film gets made or what its intentions are, it’s still a business. The Spirit Awards haven’t gone too far to see that.
Despite the fifty-four-degree temperature outside, January has descended upon us, something most evidenced by the deluge of highly mediocre movies that are about to be released. Granted, Contraband could be fun and an uberintoxicating drinking game could be played each time Mark Wahlberg flares his nostrils, but, for the most part, movies released between January and March […]