Inside Out: Pixar Gets Its Mojo Working
Pixar’s best movie in years is both impressively weird and likely to leave you in tears.
Pixar’s best movie in years is both impressively weird and likely to leave you in tears.
A bio-pic on Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys, and a doc on the musicians who made The Beach Boys–and almost every other band in the ’60s–sound so great.
Who needs gorillas when there’s oil to be drilled for and minerals to be dug up?
In which deadly alien slug monsters take over the world.
Death to reboots and remakes! Let’s go back to ripping off classics and calling them our own.
Kung Fury is, in the end, something. And it is something you can watch in just half an hour. Might as well get it over with.
Otto Preminger’s “comedy” from 1968. Underground classic or brain-curdling turd?
If you’d like a compact pill of tension: Sleepless Night.
One of these docs invites you in, the other one shoves you out.
If Disney’s 1979 “science fiction” movie, The Black Hole, were any stupider, it would collapse in on itself and the take the entire universe with it.
A bitter ending is better than an endless bitterness.
Cataclysmically, unrelentingly action packed, like a room full of toddlers hopped up on PCP and strapped to power saws, told that only the last of them standing gets the graham cracker
Your brain is on drugs, it’s on fire, and George Miller just drove a truck through it. Yay!
The cult revenge flick is in fact a dark, brooding drama.