Coming in just in time at (checks notes) a month and change since the festival wrapped.
So, I covered Sundance this year, from the comfort and safety of my couch, often wearing my PJs, frequently drinking a beer of my choosing from our fridge. In the loosest sense possible, I’ve “covered” Sundance before; here and there, I’ve provided spot reviews for movies that, i their release years, turned out to be …
I first covered Independent Film Festival Boston back in 2012, when I was but an inexperienced festival-going critic (and an inexperienced critic in general). I was still writing for my man Marc’s blog, GoSeeTalk, at that time, before I started writing for outlets like Screen Rant and getting addicted to the hustle. Things were different …
Old lightning wit strikes again.
In which I play Nostradamus, sort of.
I don’t always write my own headlines, and when I do, I usually say: Take it well-salted. A headline is supposed to be a little clicky. In this case, though, I think I agree, but it’s been so long since Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind that I can’t say for sure. Still: It’s a reasonable …
Jockeying for a pig. Or pigging out with a jockey. Or how about one day I write an excerpt that’s actually good?
Run, don’t walk, and definitely don’t flee from this incredible film.
Nice to meet her.
In the same breath as I praise this movie, I also feel a whole lot of panic.
Important journalism is interviewing cryptozoologists about whether or not putting cryptids in a zoo is a good idea or a bad one.
God grant me the serenity to accept things I cannot change, but also please, PLEASE explain to me why people still make movies like this one.
Call me a pilgrim to Gomorrah if you will, for though I did not compose this title, I do embrace and endorse it.
Well, THAT wasn’t as exciting as I hoped it would be.
One king, two king, I’m a king, you’re a king.
(Note: I wrote this for another outlet but we all failed to remember that someone else reviewed it. So as to not waste the review, I’m running it here instead. Enjoy!) Darius Marder’s debut feature Sound of Metal opens with droning cacophony and nearly ends with more of the same, until his protagonist makes the …
“It’s so sexy / To be eating dinner in America”
One of the best films of the year also has the most out-of-left-field gag about gummy bears of the year. Not that there’s much competition, but if there was…
Lying about your grandma’s mortality seems like a bad idea, except when the bad idea ends up forming the basis of a really good movie.
One of the most under-appreciated filmmakers in the world has released what’s already looking like her most-appreciated film, and Andy has mixed thoughts. (On the reaction to the film, not the film itself.)