When Will Forte is the bad guy in a horror movie, you know he’s going to play that bad guy to the stupidest hilt possible. And he’ll also be great.
If it’s HBO and I’m writing about it, it’s probably “Westworld.”
The start of a new franchise. Better get a ticket now before “Second Cow” and “Third Cow” go into production.
Watch yourself watching yourself while you’re living with yourself in a hole in the ground and ah hell, I give up.
It’s bad enough working a job where you barely have time to eat, and worse when the person you’re starving yourself for is a bastard.
You really, genuinely, legitimately cannot get rid of the Babadook, not as long as SNL and “The Magicians” keep making jokes about it.
One of the last decade’s defining TV series comes to a close, and I couldn’t be more overjoyed.
Three movies, three Florence Pugh roles, three stellar Pugh-formances, one piece to recap all of them for you and also find the ways that they intersect.
In the words of Roast Beef Kazenzakis: “Because I got depression.” At least, I think he said that.
One of the best horror movies all time. One of the best horror movies of 2019. One attempt at tying them both together.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
The story of how a movie released 10 years ago gave a bunch of dudes with keyboards a free opportunity to tell on themselves. Also, it’s a real swell movie.
Writing this piece reminded me how hard it is to write about a film titled “It,” because, funny enough, “it” is a pretty commonly used word and that just makes everything confusing.
10 years after release, the source of “Inglourious Basterds'” enduring relevance isn’t Nazis; it’s Quentin Tarantino’s abiding love of the movies.
I nearly wrote my fingers to death typing the title of this movie for this article, so I damn well expect your clicks in exchange for my writerly suffering.