Spacehunter: Adventures in the Forbidden Zone Is All You Dreamed
“I’m getting too old for this shit.”
Author Archives: Evil Genius
Let the Corpses Tan, and Gold, and Sparkle, and Melt
The next time I say, “Let’s go someplace like Bolivia,” let’s go someplace like Bolivia.
The Endless Isn’t Timeless, but Is of Interest
What does it mean if the moon is stronger than you and what does it mean if you’re stronger than the moon? Shall we stay another night and find out?
Three Identical Strangers Is Indeed Strange
There is an itch to scratch, one that’s sunk deep in the center of your back, as if you’d had a pair of identical siblings your entire life and never knew it until RIGHT NOW.
Solo. Preferably Solo I Can’t Hear You.
Just stop, people.
Some Brief Thoughts on That What’s Been Watched
Just pretend it’s a Star Wars movie and that the two leads are supposed to be as charismatic as canned salmon.
Streaming Salvation December 2017
They had the skill. They had the cred and the time and resources and, yet, what they have produced is so pube-straightingly, joint-invertingly, ghastly terrible you will not stop removing your eyes to check if they’re still working properly from the time it starts to its thankful finish.
Three Paragraphs About Three Billboards outside Ebbing, Missouri
Three Billboards is more of a Twin Peaks ruse; a rusty nail upon which to hang an assortment of meaty, twisted, and — yes — angry characters.
Streaming Salvation November 2017
What? You’re sick of spending so long searching through streaming service catalogs that by the time you find something you don’t-even-really-want-to-watch you no longer have time to watch it? Join the […]
Is A Cure for Wellness as Subversively Insane as Verbinksi’s The Lone Ranger?
You all wrote off The Lone Ranger as big-budget Hollywood tripe but you were excessively incorrect. Are you equally mistaken to dismiss Verbinski’s latest, A Cure for Wellness?
Stop Staring into Your Square and Stare into The Square
An emoji is not an emotion, even if we’re talking about a smiling pile of poop.
The Bad Batch Might Eat Your Leg
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.
Remakes Are for White Supremacists
You know what film I knew was going to be terrible within the first three minutes?
Logan Lucky: Soderbergh’s Best Coen Brothers’ Comedy
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.