Anomalisa Underwhelms
Stop-motion puppets bring Charlie Kaufman’s latest story of misery to depressing life.
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.
There’s not much of a show to steal, but what there is, the moustache makes off with.