Reality: In Which Quentin Dupieux Makes Another Quentin Dupieux Movie
You know what you’re getting even though you don’t know what you’re getting.
You know what you’re getting even though you don’t know what you’re getting.
A new documentary by friend of Mind Control, Jacob Bricca.
It’s The Third Man. Go see it in the theaters. I guarantee that it will be more satisfying than Jurassic World, Ted 2, or Terminator Genysis.
Quentin Dupieux’s most normal movie?
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?’
In The Wolfpack, we open the wrong door in the wrong housing project and end up in a bizarro sideshow.
There is no question that Carol Reed’s 1947 Belfast noir Odd Man Out is an odd, intriguing film, and it’s one Roman Polanski has deemed his all-time favorite.
In which the institution of SNL is further institutionalized in rather fawning fashion.
A sugary, manic reality ruled by nothing whatsoever save whim and high-octane corn syrup. Is that good? Bad? Maybe we should let the twins from The Shining weigh in?
A movie that demands to be moved straight to the top of your Movies Not To Watch list.
The Connection takes the true story that inspired The French Connection and plays it out to its bitter end in Marseilles.
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.
If you’d like a compact pill of tension: Sleepless Night.
A pleasant late-in-life stroll with artist H.G. Giger.