In Which I Am Unkind To De Palma’s Blow Out
Some call it a masterpiece. I wish I knew why.
Some call it a masterpiece. I wish I knew why.
Zombies go fungal.
In which everything you always wanted to know about Deckard is answered once and for all and forerever. So there.
In today’s movie universes, directors are hired hands.
What with a remake coming, it’s time to revisit the original.
Twin Peaks is back, and it’s exactly as unlike it used to be as it ever was.
In the future, all scientists will be stupid.
We’ve waited twenty-five years, Lynch, just like you asked us to. What’s next?
Can a character absent from his own life carry a movie?
In which we take a look at Nacho Vigalondo’s latest, and lament about half of it.
It’s the My Dinner With Andre of movie gunfights.
Next up: Lucas adds his famous, unfilmed Ron Howard alien abduction scene into American Graffiti. All original negatives will be burned.
Disasters or unique works of outsider art? Your guess is as good as mine.
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