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.
Forget Zapruder and the rest; here is the real mystery of one of last century’s apex political events.
Next up: Lucas adds his famous, unfilmed Ron Howard alien abduction scene into American Graffiti. All original negatives will be burned.
If you like Logan, it’s because Wolverine finally gets to kill a lot of people.
Disasters or unique works of outsider art? Your guess is as good as mine.
Movies are assholes.
The latest report from the Recently Watched files.
I love the smell of gorilla farts in the morning.