I probably don’t need to remind everyone how much I love Get Out, though I probably ought to go and update my top ten list on this very site to reflect my love of Night of the Living Dead, which is one of my all-timers. In the meantime, I’ll direct you all to The Hollywood Reporter, which was …
I remember hearing the news that Jordan Peele, he of Key and Peele fame, had designs on directing and writing his own horror movie some years ago, around late 2014 if memory serves, in between the murder of Michael Brown and the acquittal of his killer, Darren Wilson, which in my mind is the moment in contemporary American …
When watching the trailer for Step Up Revolution (the fourth entry of the hip hop dance saga, which frankly nobody really needs), be ready to answer one big, important question: are you ready for some protest art? In theory, I’m behind the concept of hinting at social revolution and pointing to the Occupy movements in …
Not a Magic: The Gathering reference or a Nine Inch Nails reference, and mercifully not even a reference to 1980s kids-versus-the-monsters movies.
My second piece about “First Cow.” You could call it: “Second ‘First Cow’ Piece.”
One of the “best films of 2019” is now actually opening in theaters, so really it’s one of the best films of 2020, but really it’s a great movie in any year and you should see it.
Unspeakable horror! Mutant nightmares! Eldritch evil! Alexandrian witchcraft! Nicolas Cage gleefully picking tomatoes and peaches off of the vine!
More goodness from Nashville, delivered right into your face!
The stars, they’re just like us! They make friends! They text each other hot goss! They…text each other when they’re knitting sweaters in hotel rooms!
Or IS he? He isn’t. But he IS! Or is he? Buokay, okay, fine, I’ll stop, because whether Daniel is real or not (he is), this movie is very, very real.
Turkey’s out, will’s out, knives out.
Andy dips his toes into the world of sex work, and also books, the former a subject of new, genuine interest, the latter a constant struggle in time management, which is kinda funny because…Andy is a writer.
A movie that proves there is no justice in this world when all the wealth is in the hands of the unjust, so thank heavens for mass food poisoning.
Ah, yes, “Ad Astra,” also known as “Brad’s Sad Dad Astra.” I thought this movie would be a Bad Astra. But it’s a Rad Astra! And I’m so Glad Astra.
Andy becomes an authority on race car driving in the blink of an eye just by talking to Hurley Haywood and Patrick Dempsey. (Note: Andy is not by any means an authority on race car driving.)
Real talk: I wrote this piece just so I could use the phrase “jerkin’ your flerken.” Don’t act like you don’t adore me for it.
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.
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.
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.
I tried, guys. I promise you I tried. Oh, how I tried to give Vice, the new Adam McKay movie, a fair shake; tried not to read the movie as “The Big Short, but wicked extra, and also obnoxious.” But I couldn’t, because that’s exactly what it is, times ten, and don’t let any clever types try …