In which we note the breathtaking cinematography of Sergey Urusevsky in two damn fine films.
John Wick returns to ask if, at long last, you would please be so kind as to hold on to these bullets with your face.
A movie I long ago misjudged to be kinda dull is in fact all kinds of fun.
In which I wander seemingly at random through the year’s movies, the good, the bad, and the in between.
Come inside and share my doubt.
Jim Jarmusch has another poem to read you.
Lovers of lists, rejoice! Once again, I list every movie I saw this year, all the while secretly wondering just what it is I think I’m doing with my life.
In which we discover, much too late in life, that the best Christmas movie ever made has been hiding in plain sight, waiting to be found and adored.
This whole “color movies” thing is just a fad anyhow.
In which Disney’s latest re-tooled Star Wars toy arrives already opened, bent, and missing pieces.
What do we think of this?
At last, the truth about the Supreme Being is revealed.
But you will see it. Because I insist that you do.
Making hideous human/animal mutants on your own private island, what could go wrong?