Twin Peaks is back, and it’s exactly as unlike it used to be as it ever was.
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In the future, all scientists will be stupid.
We’ve waited twenty-five years, Lynch, just like you asked us to. What’s next?
Can a character absent from his own life carry a movie?
In which the Disney Corporation destroys yet another cherished childhood memory.
In which we take a look at Nacho Vigalondo’s latest, and lament about half of it.
No single acceptable filmmaking decision led us here. The vast tower of bad choices became something else: a history, a promise.
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.
Forget Zapruder and the rest; here is the real mystery of one of last century’s apex political events.
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.