Solo. Preferably Solo I Can’t Hear You.
Just stop, people.
Just stop, people.
Science demands an answer to this enduring mystery.
It is here. It is big. It is beautiful.
Give teenagers time and nothing to do, and they will set the world on fire just to watch it burn.
Spielberg’s adaptation of the nerd-ful novel never makes it past level one.
A very pretty, sometimes funny, sometimes adorable, sometimes boring Wes Anderson doghouse. Dollhouse, that is. But with dogs. Lots of dogs.
There is wisdom in that old adage, let sleeping bombs lie. Alas, I keep on ignoring it.
Turn on your television these days and you will find a strong uniformity to the editing on many of the shows that fall into the “non-scripted” category. Explanatory voiceover drawn […]
A visual and audio head-trip of a movie you will either fall in love with or fall asleep to.
In which I find a Paul Thomas Anderson movie I rather like.
In which an imaginary frog is invoked to make a small amount of sense from a sadly senseless movie.
A brain-tired movie-muser wonders what to write. Probably something about movies?
An emoji is not an emotion, even if we’re talking about a smiling pile of poop.
Tom Waits made a bizarre, unique concert film people didn’t understand when it opened? And it’s actually wonderful? How very surprising.