In which I wander seemingly at random through the year’s movies, the good, the bad, and the in between.
Cast whomever you like in this thing–women, men, moose, crustaceans, four neatly arranged piles of gravel–it’s still terrible.
Trainwreck or sleeper we’ve too long slept on? The answer might very well not entirely surprise you.
Rend your rictus with screams of inchoate rage and explode my face with eldritch fire. I love you Stay Puft.
I was a lucky child. Where I grew up, in Palo Alto, we had The New Varsity Theater, a rep movie house that showed double and triple bills covering the […]