A friend asked me the other day what I thought of Gangs of New York. “I reviewed it on my blog,” said I. To which my friend replied, “Too many words. Just tell me whether I should see it or not.” So, in an effort to reach and edify this visually oriented culture where it is, here are my reviews of the films of 2002.

Chicago - “A Razzle dazzle.”

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers - “Needs shampoo.”

Unfaithful – “Tramp.”

Gangs of New York - “Gutsy.”

Minority Report - “Overlooked.”

Bowling for Columbine - “Somebody, lock and lode.”

Road to Perdition - “The Flawed Anti-Hero”

Ice Age - “Hello, Casting?”

Signs – “I see self-indulgent directors.”

Y Tu Mama Tambien - “Que?”

My Big Fat Greek Wedding - “Almost”

Catch Me if You Can - “But, why?”

The Hours - “Suicide is not always painless.”

8 Mile - “Would be better without the rap.”

The Pianist - “And?”

Confessions of a Dangerous Mind – “GONG!”

Far From Heaven - “People just watch it for the pictures.”

Spider Man – “Cool and celibate.”

Treasure Planet - “One more flying wooden pirateships in space movie.”

We Were Soldiers - “Oh………”

Frida - “Artists.”

Adaptation - “Nobody cares.”

About Schmidt - “Oh, grow up.”

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