The Monolith Monsters, And Other Tales of Weird ‘50s Sci-Fi
In which killer rocks from outer space come for our women.
In which killer rocks from outer space come for our women.
Tarantino’s debut is no cakewalk.
Saying it’s the best in the series may not be saying a lot, but it’s saying something. Something like: Gosh, this ain’t half bad.
This is a film full of shrinking potential.
In which we examine the fabled slasher video hit with the crazy-pants ending.
Matthew Vaughn’s Kingsman: The Secret Service is so clever it’s not clever at all.
Neill Blomkamp’s third movie, Chappie, is more enjoyable than his second, Elysium, but so is being poked in the eye with a sharp stick.
A classic of weird from 1953. Grab your blue beanie and check it out with me
Exhuming two sequels of old to find they do make sequels like they used to: badly.
In which I watch, for the first time ever, this most beloved Jaws rip-off.
A painterly documentary about Leon Russell finally sees the light of day.
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.
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.