Air, A Product About A Product, And The Millionaires Who Made It
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.
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 we throw two documentaries into a fiery, erupting volcano that we may watch them fight it out.
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.
Let me spin for you a story about the audio-visual extravaganza that is F9
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.