In which we take a look at Nacho Vigalondo’s latest, and lament about half of it.
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.
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.
A strange and dreamy trip into a science fiction past.
Some things to say about Manchester By the Sea, American Honey, and Hidden Figures.
The horror that is white people.
The Birth of a Nation is the sort of film one — politically — feels he or she should support but which, well, one doesn’t due to its unignorable flaws. In that way, it is a lot like Nate Parker himself.
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.
Today, even though it doesn’t seem like it, there is hope.