Phantom Thread, In Which Paul Thomas Anderson Goes Minimalist to Maximal Effect
In which I find a Paul Thomas Anderson movie I rather like.
In which I find a Paul Thomas Anderson movie I rather like.
A list for thems what like lists.
In which an imaginary frog is invoked to make a small amount of sense from a sadly senseless movie.
They had the skill. They had the cred and the time and resources and, yet, what they have produced is so pube-straightingly, joint-invertingly, ghastly terrible you will not stop removing your eyes to check if they’re still working properly from the time it starts to its thankful finish.
Hectic warehouse crescendos: one
A brain-tired movie-muser wonders what to write. Probably something about movies?
You have a little bit of 2017 left, dear cinema enthusiasts! Make sure to spend that remaining time not watching these bad films.
The latest Doctor Who series is, to my relief, not entirely bad! Hooray!
Three Billboards is more of a Twin Peaks ruse; a rusty nail upon which to hang an assortment of meaty, twisted, and — yes — angry characters.
What? You’re sick of spending so long searching through streaming service catalogs that by the time you find something you don’t-even-really-want-to-watch you no longer have time to watch it? Join the […]
You all wrote off The Lone Ranger as big-budget Hollywood tripe but you were excessively incorrect. Are you equally mistaken to dismiss Verbinski’s latest, A Cure for Wellness?
A pleasant half-hour of light gags interspersed with 100 minutes of grueling, plotless CGI boredom does not a movie make.
An emoji is not an emotion, even if we’re talking about a smiling pile of poop.
Tom Waits made a bizarre, unique concert film people didn’t understand when it opened? And it’s actually wonderful? How very surprising.