Deceit in advertising! This movie is not desperate at all. It is in fact shockingly well-poised.
…yeah, maybe they shoulda stayed silent?
What’s buried should stay buried, or in the case of a certain Nazi bastard, torched to a crisp outside his bunker. Ah, well.
Not a “good” Samaritan; not a “bad” Samaritan; just a “wish it was better but I appreciate what it is” Samaritan.
Ladies and gents: Perry Blackshear, one of the best horror filmmakers working today, flying on stealth mode.
May I suggest that you vacation literally anywhere other than this movie? I may. And I will!
12 tracks on the fine art of putting a ten gallon hat on a mohawk.
An attack on one is an attack on all, at least in my neighborhood of our collective consciousness.
Lots of Disney movies and Gareth Evans-inspired martial artistry all collide with one of the best hyper-violent action filmmakers working today. Plus: Joey King.
No, you’re not wrong, that’s the same Tim Heidecker as the Tim Heidecker you’re thinking of.
A swing and a miss followed by three other swings and misses.
Ever? Yes, ever. I said it. You gotta listen to me.
Spoiler, I guess, but they’re technically “alright” compared to the adults in this movie.
Happy anniversary to a great, and subtly influential, record!
In which one of the best films of 2021 is let down by its distributor, and then becomes one of the best films of 2022, but again, its distributor let it down.
Old lightning wit strikes again.
Blacker than the blackest black times infinity.
In which I play Nostradamus, sort of.
Every millennial reading this right now is feeling very attacked, I guarantee it.
Oh, dear. Mr. Brody. How could you, Mr. Brody?