The Diary of A Teenage Girl Contains Sex And Art And A Search For Self. But Mostly Sex.
What’s this? A non-moralizing coming-of-age movie about a teenage girl? Tis rare indeed, but here it is, in all its ’70s glory.
What’s this? A non-moralizing coming-of-age movie about a teenage girl? Tis rare indeed, but here it is, in all its ’70s glory.
In which killer rocks from outer space come for our women.
Tarantino’s debut is no cakewalk.
Saying it’s the best in the series may not be saying a lot, but it’s saying something. Something like: Gosh, this ain’t half bad.
In which we examine the fabled slasher video hit with the crazy-pants ending.
Neill Blomkamp’s third movie, Chappie, is more enjoyable than his second, Elysium, but so is being poked in the eye with a sharp stick.
An affair goes dark in this slow burning thriller from Brazil.
A classic of weird from 1953. Grab your blue beanie and check it out with me
Exhuming two sequels of old to find they do make sequels like they used to: badly.
In which I watch, for the first time ever, this most beloved Jaws rip-off.
A painterly documentary about Leon Russell finally sees the light of day.
You know what you’re getting even though you don’t know what you’re getting.
A new documentary by friend of Mind Control, Jacob Bricca.
Quentin Dupieux’s most normal movie?