Miami's movie history is long, but far from proud. The past ten years or so, especially, have seen a flurry of film crews sweeping across the humid landscape of America's craziest city -- closing causeways, blowing shit up and whatnot. All of this is, we suppose, good news for the local economy. But we can't help but notice that the end product almost always seems to end up a bit fulsome in terms of ... how to put this delicately ... suckage. Face it: For every The Godfather Part II, there's a The Specialist, Fair Game, or Nude on the Moon. Actually the hit-to-clunker ratio is a lot... More >>>