2015: The Year In Movies In Haiku
For both the poetically minded and the short attention spanned among you.
For both the poetically minded and the short attention spanned among you.
Stop-motion puppets bring Charlie Kaufman’s latest story of misery to depressing life.
Late period Hitchcock is not for the weak of heart.
I think you should watch it on TV, late one drunken Saturday, and tell me what you think.
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.
Plunge into an eastern European rabbit-hole, don’t forget your enchanted pearl, and watch out for chickens, priests, and polecats.
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.
A cinematic ode to a movie director’s ode to a movie director.
Rocky’s past comes back to be trained. Boxing ensues.
A profound cinematic meditation 30,000+ feet above the Earth. Part 2.