In today’s movie universes, directors are hired hands.
What with a remake coming, it’s time to revisit the original.
Wonder Woman proves that female directors and female leads and female characters can do everything the boys can do, and better.
It takes a Gould to steal the unstealable.
Twin Peaks is back, and it’s exactly as unlike it used to be as it ever was.
Cruise futilely through Netflix listings no more! Waste no more evenings watching films that deliver naught but aggravation and maybe an exploding school bus. Visit our newly rejiggered I Like to Watch list and be wise beyond your years.
In the future, all scientists will be stupid.
We’ve waited twenty-five years, Lynch, just like you asked us to. What’s next?
Can a character absent from his own life carry a movie?
In which the Disney Corporation destroys yet another cherished childhood memory.
In which we take a look at Nacho Vigalondo’s latest, and lament about half of it.
No single acceptable filmmaking decision led us here. The vast tower of bad choices became something else: a history, a promise.
They are—these characters and these films—an incantation designed to bring about the age of stupid.
It’s the My Dinner With Andre of movie gunfights.