Hearts Town, like the Shire, sounds like a truly great realm. If only I could live there.
I think Peter Steele said it best when he sang “Everything Dies.”
Appropriately enough, here I am talking about “Palm Springs” again…and again…and again.
It isn’t Juneteenth anymore, but that doesn’t mean you can’t or shouldn’t enjoy this movie, and also enjoy this conversation with its author.
A conversation with one of the great, enigmatic American filmmakers? Shirley you jest.
Rooms tend to be pretty big, after all, so making space for other people doesn’t seem all that hard, does it?
Andy is writing about food now, which makes so much sense that it’s shocking he hasn’t gotten into that market before now.
For the record, “Selah and the Spades” would be a totally awesome name for a rock ‘n roll band.
My second piece about “First Cow.” You could call it: “Second ‘First Cow’ Piece.”
The director of one of the best movies of the year was kind enough to talk to me about making a “timely” movie that’s actually timeless.
Handsome, clever, rich, and also so unpleasant in such fundamental ways that the person portraying her doesn’t even like her.
And now, a moment to acknowledge the uglier side of making music in Nashville when you’re a woman: Sexism. Good thing no one’s having it anymore.
More goodness from Nashville, delivered right into your face!
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.
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.
Note: “Worse” as in “worse for the people who make movies with him,” because “The Lighthouse” owns very, very hard.
Nervous about talking to filmmakers whose last movie left you kind of cold? No problem, especially when their new one is pretty rad!
There’s about a 99% chance that tigers wrote the title for this film, but I’m not going to be the one to call them on it.
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.
Good, patiently executed scares are a gift from the movie gods, and so’re opportunities to hash it out with the people responsible for putting those scares together.