A pleasant half-hour of light gags interspersed with 100 minutes of grueling, plotless CGI boredom does not a movie make.
Tom Waits made a bizarre, unique concert film people didn’t understand when it opened? And it’s actually wonderful? How very surprising.
If it’s a pre-apocalyptic future wasteland you want to luxuriate in, Blade Runner 2049 is the movie for you.
Harry Dean Stanton is Lucky.
Whatever else you might think of mother!, you have certainly never seen this movie before.
In which I remember Harry Dean Stanton (not that I ever forgot him).
Evil clown fetishists, rejoice! The rest of you, move along.
In which movies of the past feel strangely suited to our absurd present.
In which we revisit the ’80s classic and find it terribly charming.
Christopher Nolan turns minimalist.
The father of the modern zombie has shuffled off this mortal coil. May he spend the rest of eternity joyfully feasting on the brains of heavenly angels.
A ponderous slog of an Apes movie wins the adulation of everyone. I refuse to believe they didn’t fall asleep thirty minutes in.
Some call it a masterpiece. I wish I knew why.
Zombies go fungal.