Makenna Goodman is a freelance writer based in New York City.
Sex and the City (AKA Cinderella Spoof, AKA SKYY Vodka Commercial) Hits New York HardBy Makenna Goodman
A lot of dress-up, a lot of live-blogging, a lot of build up. People have had the Sex and the City: The Movie boner for like, three months now. And suffice it to say, in the end, the spunk was funky. It may well have been the worst sex of our lives.
The Wackness is DopenessBy Makenna Goodman
Winner of the audience award at Sundance this year, The Wackness is a story of two outcasts: one a middle-aged therapist/weird old guy who cant connect with his wife and misses the good old days, the other a lonely high schooler who deals pot, crushes on girls out of his league, and loves hip-hop.
I Get a Woody Just Thinking About It!By Makenna Goodman
Woody Allens latest comedy, Vicky Cristina Barcelona, does not include a menage à trois. All the talk pre-opening weekend felt like the ad campaign for Gossip Girlfull of sex, threesomes, or whatever would catch public interest.
Big, Fat, Piece O' PieBy Makenna Goodman
My Blueberry Nights, Wong Kar Wais English-language feature debut, is a portrait of America and its culture of loneliness, and an homage to the heroic iconography of early Westerns, the divine romantic comedies, and the edgy MTV hip-ocrasy of love and loss.
Shipwrecked (Again) on Apatow IslandBy Makenna Goodman
And then, because this joke isnt so funny, if I were director Nicholas Stoller, I would insert a picture of me with my pants down, penis blazin. And then Id have Judd Apatow sign his name on the picture of my penis. And then...well, you get the idea: Forgetting Sarah Marshall, the newest Judd Apatow Production (Superbad, Knocked Up, The 40-Year Old Virgin), sorta rocks balls.
MoolaadéBy Makenna Goodman
From the critically acclaimed filmmaker and founder of independent post-colonial African cinema comes a look at Africas traditions and sociopolitical landscapewhat makes its both beautiful and brutal.