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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
Elaine May, Alfred Hitchcock, Abbas “We Miss You” Kiarostami, and Norman Jewison’s unexpected tonic for “Green Book” make up the DNA of this month’s Criterion round-up.
Brrr! Is it chilly in here, or is it just Mads Mikkelsen on a killing spree that’d put most slasher all-time body counts to shame? (It’s chilly in here. It’s January. But Mikkelsen still rocks.)
In the Baldwin novel, time is a motif, but in Jenkins’ adaptation, it’s a theme that spans his filmography all the way back to “Medicine for Melancholy.”
Touch me not as the corpses tan, while remembering all these small moments at Rust Creek with Mike and Nicky. (Translation: Here are some movies by women available in January.)
The big twist of M. Night Shyamalan’s capper to his homegrown superhero movie? It’s actually an obnoxiously self-satisfied deconstruction of superhero tropes.
Everyone knows that aging beer in oak barrels is a gateway to deliciousness. What they might not know is that if you do math and fractionally blend your barrel aged beers, “deliciousness” goes to a whole new level.
2018 had pop stardom on its mind, but the best pop star movie of the year is the one that bothers being honest about how we talk pop culture in the first place.
You have questions about the ending of BIRD BOX. We have answers. (Actually, I have questions, and I have answers, plus residual anxiety that Netflix will green-light a totally unnecessary sequel to this thing.)