Dark Star: Slightly Funnier Than Alien
We all have to start somewhere.
We all have to start somewhere.
In which I go to town on Mr. Deeds Goes to Town.
Wes Craven means well with his new nightmare, and maybe that’s the problem.
It’s not always green grass and flowers visiting the ’80s. Sometimes you step in Dreamscape.
Spielberg made his own bed, why’s he complaining about having to lie in it?
Revisiting this low-key sort-of thriller from way, way back in the aughts.
Why not celebrate Labor Day by quitting your job? Hooray!
This movie is more fun than any millennial is having at Burning Man.
The movies’ greatest “that guy” gets his own documentary. About time.
Brubaker is one of those films that you really need to read about.
RIP Wes Craven, 1939-2015.
Look out! He has meat!
An attempt at a minimalist, existential action flick. Go for the car chases, stay for… well… the car chases.
In the future, we will all be spanked by robots.