Gunfights. Exploding buildings. Car chases. Murder. Insanity. One tough cop and one diabolical, unstoppable criminal mastermind — perhaps the world’s first super villain. And all this in 1933, thanks to Fritz Lang.
It’s The Third Man. Go see it in the theaters. I guarantee that it will be more satisfying than Jurassic World, Ted 2, or Terminator Genysis.
Quentin Dupieux’s most normal movie?
If Princeton needs men like Joel, then Harvard needs men like Malcolm, Hollywood needs men like Famuyiwa, and America needs to kick itself into shape, take a long look in the mirror, and demand an answer to the question: ‘what the fuck?’
Pixar’s best movie in years is both impressively weird and likely to leave you in tears.
In The Wolfpack, we open the wrong door in the wrong housing project and end up in a bizarro sideshow.
A bio-pic on Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys, and a doc on the musicians who made The Beach Boys–and almost every other band in the ’60s–sound so great.
Who needs gorillas when there’s oil to be drilled for and minerals to be dug up?
There is no question that Carol Reed’s 1947 Belfast noir Odd Man Out is an odd, intriguing film, and it’s one Roman Polanski has deemed his all-time favorite.
I don’t want to give anything away here, but, um, yeah. This is not a contest. Prepare for the worst.
Let us now talk of all things Lynch.
In which the institution of SNL is further institutionalized in rather fawning fashion.
A sugary, manic reality ruled by nothing whatsoever save whim and high-octane corn syrup. Is that good? Bad? Maybe we should let the twins from The Shining weigh in?
A few flicks to flee from or look forward to.