The Revenant Wants You Dead
Go see The Revenant with your dead son.
Go see The Revenant with your dead son.
I think you should watch it on TV, late one drunken Saturday, and tell me what you think.
In which I list every movie I watched during 2015, because who doesn’t love a good list?
Neither cartoon nor meta-commentary on itself, The Hateful Eight is something crazier still: a good movie.
In which our weary correspondent asks questions he wishes certain writers had asked before him.
Let Vader strike you down; it matters not.
I know, but hear me out–it’s a REALLY BIG Death Star, right? It’s just so, so, so BIG this time. You see? No way it blows up again. I promise.
That’s right: because of Star Wars.
Plunge into an eastern European rabbit-hole, don’t forget your enchanted pearl, and watch out for chickens, priests, and polecats.
At long last, the Alamo Drafthouse arrives in San Francisco to show us some movies.
A sad, sad story of an artist eaten alive.
Spotlight is not nearly as thrilling as watching four people doing research and scribbling on wood-pulp paper can be.
What if the impact that made The Good Dinosaur a great film narrowly missed Earth?
A cinematic ode to a movie director’s ode to a movie director.