The Beach Bum Has It Figured Out (Unless He Doesn’t)
In which Harmony Korine returns to befuddle and amuse you.
In which Harmony Korine returns to befuddle and amuse you.
They are—these characters and these films—an incantation designed to bring about the age of stupid.
Mumble, mumble forgiveness pass the nori.
Do you like long walks on the beach and a nice glass of merlot on rainswept evenings when the only one who could possibly save the world is Matthew McConaughey? If so, let’s Netflix and chill.
This film may prematurely age you, through the power of special cinematic relativity.
Interstellar will whip you back and forth between “That’s kind of neato” and “What the–? This is absurd,” so often you won’t know what to think. Maybe that’s the plan.
I totally understand. If you told me that there was yet another television show about some madhouse serial killer and the resolute and colorful detectives who track him down—and that […]