In which Harmony Korine returns to befuddle and amuse you.
Thoughts on a scare-less horror movie.
So many movies, so little time, so few brain cells.
Do we need this many spider people? Come inside and I will tell you.
A heist half-baked is no heist at all.
The old west, Coens style.
Spoiler: turns out it was not, in fact, the last movie. It is, however, pretty dang nutty.
A warmly weird little western you may enjoy.
A movie so real it could only be a movie.
Please prepare your noses for active cinematic duty.
Death did the show in, leaving it languishing in the misty-mists of misty-pre-internet-nowhere.
In which we get closer to answers and insights regarding one of the best—and least discussed—directors.
Spoiler alert: she dies.
Woe be we when sentient computers go human.