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.
In which everything you always wanted to know about Deckard is answered once and for all and forerever. So there.
In today’s movie universes, directors are hired hands.
What with a remake coming, it’s time to revisit the original.
Wonder Woman proves that female directors and female leads and female characters can do everything the boys can do, and better.
In the future, all scientists will be stupid.
Can a character absent from his own life carry a movie?
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.