Jim Jarmusch has another poem to read you.
In this, its 15th iteration, Noir City shifts from showing obscure and long-lost noirs in order to focus on all sorts of heist films — many of them more modern but no less obscure.
Lovers of lists, rejoice! Once again, I list every movie I saw this year, all the while secretly wondering just what it is I think I’m doing with my life.
Know both the electric excitement of what might have been and the solemn beauty of what is.
In which we discover, much too late in life, that the best Christmas movie ever made has been hiding in plain sight, waiting to be found and adored.
This whole “color movies” thing is just a fad anyhow.
In which Disney’s latest re-tooled Star Wars toy arrives already opened, bent, and missing pieces.
What do we think of this?
Stars. Wars. Etc.
At last, the truth about the Supreme Being is revealed.
But you will see it. Because I insist that you do.
Making hideous human/animal mutants on your own private island, what could go wrong?
In which we explore two lesser known lights from days of yore.
Paul Verhoeven is back, and while he may not be pole-dancing or blowing up bugs, he ain’t messing around.