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?
An emoji is not an emotion, even if we’re talking about a smiling pile of poop.
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.
It takes a Gould to steal the unstealable.
Cruise futilely through Netflix listings no more! Waste no more evenings watching films that deliver naught but aggravation and maybe an exploding school bus. Visit our newly rejiggered I Like to Watch list and be wise beyond your years.
They are—these characters and these films—an incantation designed to bring about the age of stupid.
Forget Zapruder and the rest; here is the real mystery of one of last century’s apex political events.
If you like Logan, it’s because Wolverine finally gets to kill a lot of people.