Nothing like a challenge to make me wake up in the morning, even a challenge that I’m poorly equipped to tackle!
In November’s Criterion round-up: There’s a cold war being fought, Betty Blue and Eve make the voyage all about themselves.
“Okay, Teddy, let’s not evaluate rashly here, all right? It’s a misunderstanding. We’re not saying pilsners are boring. We’re saying that we are too boring to appreciate them properly, is what I’m going with.”
Turkey’s out, will’s out, knives out.
In which Trey and Andy go for the turkey and talk about Trey’s third movie. Never let it be said that critics don’t have their favorites.
My editor came up with a really good title for this piece, and I’m very mad I didn’t figure it out for myself first. At least the piece itself isn’t too bad!
Oh, come on, you didn’t think I’d go to a bunch of breweries and not ALSO go to a bunch of bars, too? You don’t know me at all, do you.
It’s called Music City, but as a secondary honorific, Good Beer City is accurate. It just doesn’t roll off the tongue quite as nicely.
100 movies. How many have you seen? None? A few? Enough? Because let me tell you, that’s a whole lot of movies.
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.
The decade ain’t over ’til the ball drops, but eh, close enough in Internet years; let’s all get the pants scared off our persons.
All I want is to talk about Godzilla, but I’ll have to just settle for talking about Josef von Sternberg instead, even though his movies do not have radioactive thunder lizards in them.
Note: “Worse” as in “worse for the people who make movies with him,” because “The Lighthouse” owns very, very hard.
Doesn’t get much more cut and dry than this, especially as regards the movies here where monsters and villains exist who wish for nothing more than to cut you and leave you dry.
A young brewery so good at making top-notch, unique beers, plus great examples of trendy beer styles, that they’ll leave you…foaming at the mouth. Yeah, I did that. I did.
Let me tell you: I had a real gas writing this piece. I trumpeted my enthusiasm the whole time I worked on it, no ifs, ands, or…buts. I can do this all day, by the way.
A movie where a woman does a series of cartwheels in one scene, then smash cuts to her landing on a guy’s crotch in a totally different scene. Also a movie about Silvio Berlusconi. Now THAT’S Italian!
Darin’, you don’t need to give up on booksmarts if you want to be a hustler. You just have to remember that satanic panic is always in season.
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.