Andy gets to write about a new thing by Les Claypool (and also Sean Lennon (but for Andy, mostly Claypool (no offense Sean))), and he is excited about it.
“I’m one tough Gazookus / Which hates all Palookas / Wot ain’t on the up and square. / I biffs ’em and buffs ’em / And always out roughs ’em / But none of ’em gets nowhere.” Happy 90th, Popeye, you crusty ol’ salt.
A chat with one of the best actors out there about process, trust, and one of the most pervasive social and political issues of our day, that of America’s original sin.
Oh hey, another opportunity for Andy to go to bat for “Hale County This Morning, This Evening,” one of 2018’s best films and without a doubt its best documentary.
Men are in the spotlight at this year’s Oscars, but not women, even though women directed the best movies of 2018 that happen to be specifically about men. Natch.
Alternative tagline for this movie’s poster: “U Look Like A Monkey / And U Die Like 1 2.” You can have that for free. Wait, no: Royalties.
A lovely album loaded with lovely music, but of course Andy being Andy, Andy had some struggles with it. (Andy.)
Paige, WWE Diva champion, made some history about eight years back in her main roster debut on WWE RAW. Now, Stephen Merchant has a film out about her. How does her story transition from ring to screen? Short version: Pretty well!
It’s free association time, in which Andy compares Paul Webb to Tom Waits AND David Bowie and uses a bunch of flower space age language to attempt, and maybe fail, to describe the new Rustin Man album’s sound.
How do you make a sequel to a slasher-fied “Groundhog Day”? Watch “Happy Death Day 2U” to find out. How do you make a sequel to THAT? Well, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.
Not “gelato.” “Giallo.” You know, that most famous of Italian sub-genres where a killer goes around killing people? Nicolas Pesce’s new movie, “Piercing,” is all about the giallo. And apparently a bunch of other genres, too.
Matt Walsh as a leading man in a rom-com? It’s an idea so crazy it might just work, except that the movie in question only barely gets there with plot and story.
You might like your Chris Pratt beefy or made of Lego bricks, but he’s at his best when he’s just playing huggy, lovable, cream puff doofuses.
AKA: Keep beer weird! (Says the guy who put a borin’ ol’ pilsner on his best-of list.)
Steve Soderbergh picks up an iPhone and in accordance with the words of the great Tarell Alvin McCraney, he puts together a movie arguing that pro sports and slavery aren’t that dissimilar as institutions. The results: Great.
It took Peter Jackson over a decade, but he finally made a movie to match, and even outclass, his “Lord of the Rings” trilogy – a documentary about World War I, made as only a guy like Jackson could make it.
For those of you who are not yet sick to the point of barfing from hearing Andy kvetch and piss and moan about how bad “Hereditary” is…here’s another piece where Andy kvetches and pisses and moans about how bad “Hereditary” is.