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‘Side Effects’ Contest: Win A Poster Signed By Cast Members With An Ode To Your Fave Pharmaceutical

Calling all Steven Soderbergh  fans and movie-loving hypochondriacs . Time to cue up Pink’s “Just Like A Pill” on Spotify and get your haiku mojo working. Movieline will give away a Side Effects poster signed by  cast members Rooney Mara , Channing Tatum , Jude Law , Vinessa Shaw and Dr. Sasha Bardey to the armchair bard who, in our opinion, writes the most addictive haiku inspired by his or her favorite pharmaceutical or the movie itself.  Here are the rules: Submit an original haiku (using the 5-7-5 format) inspired by Side Effects or the prescription — as in legal — drug of your choice, in the comments section below. The contest is open to ages 18 and up and the winner must be a U.S. resident.  Deadline for entries is noon Pacific Standard Time on Feb. 20.  Now, get popping. We’re expecting lots of odes to Adderall. And for additional inspiration, here’s the Side Effects guerrilla marketing Ablixa video. Side Effects opens nationwide on Feb. 8

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‘Side Effects’ Contest: Win A Poster Signed By Cast Members With An Ode To Your Fave Pharmaceutical

REVIEW: Sylvain Chomet Conjures a Toon-Deaf Illusionist

The big drag about modern animation is the perception — which seems to be growing more prevalent rather than less — that it’s somehow better when it’s “good for you.” In the old days, anvils were dropped remorselessly on coyote heads and Popeye, under his breath, swore like a sailor (natch). Now we have Wall-E blinking out sad, cautionary tales about the horrors of environmental waste (or of simply getting too fat to leave your armchair), or wildly scripted tales, like those of Hayao Miyazaki, that follow the kind of noodly dream logic you might see in experimental film — this is serious stuff, with heavy-duty art-gallery weight. Much of modern animation is technically very beautiful. But what if the story being told leaves you wanting? To say you don’t like these so-called serious, not-just-for-kids animated movies has become something of a cutural offense, apparent proof of your coldness as a human being.

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REVIEW: Sylvain Chomet Conjures a Toon-Deaf Illusionist