Fast X: Let’s All Get Colonoscopies!
It’s the cinematic equivalent of shitting your guts out. But hey — maybe that sounds good to you?
It’s the cinematic equivalent of shitting your guts out. But hey — maybe that sounds good to you?
The passionate story of the fatcat company destined to become still fatter, or: A capitalist love story between a number of rich men and a shoe.
In which the newest bestest movie of all time is thunk upon, as is the list what put it there.
Here’s to Evil and David Warner. Respectfully, may you rule in hell.
In which a vanished film is applauded for having vanished.
Come on everybody! Let’s all get our new homegrown internal organs tattooed!
Wake us when the sequel’s over.
The sexiest lobster you’ll ever eat. Or, at least, that seems like a safe bet.
Be careful–or you might go backwards too! NOOOOOO!
I am ready to leave the house, please.
If there’s one thing this past year has taught me, it’s to put my money on the disaster coming out on top.
I am reminded of why Soderbergh is among my favorite directors, and perhaps my favorite living director.
Grab a meat pie and pint of bitter and let’s watch a fuckton of spy films.
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.