A Christmas Story, As Reviewed By A 12-Year-Old In 1983
Historical newspaper reprint of a young Supreme Being’s initial foray into film commentary.
Historical newspaper reprint of a young Supreme Being’s initial foray into film commentary.
Films about suicide should probably try harder to not make you want to kill yourself.
Lions and, yes, tigers in Africa terrorize an innocent family whose only crime was to keep 150 pet jungle cats in their house.
The Mule is a film about holding onto your shit, in every definition of the phrase.
The sequel to The Avengers is otherwise much like its predecessor: kinda witty and fun, kinda boring and explodey.
Are all talk show hosts mentally unstable narcissists? This one is.
A world of large spoons, brain cubes, nefarious balloons, and a doomed future in the bleak and abstract outernet. Fun!
Audiences are strange. You can chase them, and try to manipulate them. Sometimes that works and sometimes it don’t.
A science fiction threesome between a sexy robot, a mad genius, and a youthful innocent.
Come for the heroin. Stay for the, uh, the heroin? If you can find it? Maybe it’s inside a doll? Seems likely.
It’s time for San Francisco’s big ol’ international film festival. I’ve seen a few, and am intrigued by a few more.
In which humans are given yet another lesson on why allowing superintelligent computers to take over the world is a bad idea. Will we never learn?
Andy Summers tells tales of life in The Police.
Need a movie not to watch? Look no further! The Stuff is gloopy, delicious, and very, very bad for you.