Cronenberg’s Crimes of the Future Returns Him to His Past
Come on everybody! Let’s all get our new homegrown internal organs tattooed!
Come on everybody! Let’s all get our new homegrown internal organs tattooed!
I have seen the future, and it is the past.
A list! A list! Hooray, a list!
Time continues to get wider in Michael Apted’s lifelong documentary project.
It’s all Gilliam, after all, and what more do you want in a movie?
In which I learn that raising a baby is more complicated than at first I supposed.
An ’80s high school movie not like the other ’80s high school movies.
In which Harmony Korine returns to befuddle and amuse you.
A pleasurably peculiar documentary about the intersection of film and tennis, of lies and truth, of McEnroe and clay.
Spike Lee’s period piece fights its way into the present and kicks you in the face.
You like Kubrick? Leon Vitali likes him more.
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.
A list for thems what like lists.