Harry Dean Stanton is Lucky.
Imagine if you took Mad Max and mixed it with mumblecore and maybe a dash of Hal Hartley. Just, you know, with cannibals and psychedelics and fear of the other.
You know what film I knew was going to be terrible within the first three minutes?
Logan Lucky frames itself as a paean to the people of the Mid-Atlantic and their underrated pluck. ‘Take me home, country roads,’ it croons, but I was not tempted.
Atomic Blonde lands a welter of punches and leaves you reeling — which is great, because once you stop spinning you’re sure to say, “hang on a minute…”
It is a film about the tragic cycle of revenge and how fun it is to watch that played out in vivid color.
Hey look! It’s a goddamned lemur. Far out.
Wonder Woman proves that female directors and female leads and female characters can do everything the boys can do, and better.
Forget Zapruder and the rest; here is the real mystery of one of last century’s apex political events.
The latest report from the Recently Watched files.
I love the smell of gorilla farts in the morning.
Some things to say about Manchester By the Sea, American Honey, and Hidden Figures.
Today, even though it doesn’t seem like it, there is hope.
Mumble, mumble forgiveness pass the nori.