By: Addison Wylie There’s an unspoken rule to being a film critic that states we’re not allowed to complain about our job. We are offered free movies, we get to talk to fascinating people, and we get to offer our two cents to our own moviegoing communities. But, I would like to think – every once in a while – we’re allowed to vent about how much mediocrity we take in on a yearly basis….
By: Addison Wylie This weekend, a form of torture…er…a “spellbinding” new documentary called Manakamana (pronounced Mana-Ka-Mana as suggested by the film’s poster) will be released upon the public. Those moviegoers should buckle up for a stinker, and maybe bring a pillow while they’re at it. To be honest, I’m surprised I’m writing a review. About halfway through this aggravating experience, I was predicting I would be curled up in the fetal position, rocking back and…