F9, or the Delightful Taste of Your Own Adrenal Gland
Let me spin for you a story about the audio-visual extravaganza that is F9
Tenet, or: Look out! Some Things Go Backwards!
Be careful–or you might go backwards too! NOOOOOO!
Almost Nothing About Godzilla vs. Kong and The New Mutants
I am ready to leave the house, please.
Shut Up and Watch Shin Godzilla
If there’s one thing this past year has taught me, it’s to put my money on the disaster coming out on top.
Kind Words About Let Them All Talk
I am reminded of why Soderbergh is among my favorite directors, and perhaps my favorite living director.
John le Carré Adaptations. All of Them.
Grab a meat pie and pint of bitter and let’s watch a fuckton of spy films.
Zappa, Alex Winter’s Peek into the Vault and the Man
Wherein it is written, on whatever it is they write it on in the web-o-sphere, that one could do worse than to watch the newest Zappa documentary.
In Which the Original Star Wars, via Project 4K77, is Reconsidered
I have seen the future, and it is the past.
I’m Thinking of Thinking about I’m Thinking of Ending Things
And I may even have succeeded in doing so. Or possibly not. Or, on the other hand, I am on fire. Strange times.
Long Live Ian Holm, The Greatest Napoleon in History, and I Include the Real One in That Assessment
Another great steps backstage.
Movies in The Time of Coronavirus, Part I
In which with a certain morose ennui we muse upon what, lately, has been watched
RIP Stuart Gordon, Max von Sydow, and the Film Industry
Seems like a good time to talk about death.
The Burnt Orange Heresy: Book vs. Movie
In which Charles Willeford’s steamy Floridian art-noir is moved to Italy. Hm.
RIP Monty Python’s Terry Jones
Another Python goes.