I find myself struggling to write about Brad Furman’s Runner Runner, a dull, dumb thriller which has been ideally released at the beginning of autumn, right when the summer season has officially died, and the “prestige” season is just gearing up. Here is exactly the kind of movie that should be lost in the cracks. A yoghurt-bland, forgettable film with a forgettable story, no…
Who let the dogs out? It’s a question older than time itself. More importantly, who let the dogs out on…
