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?
Sometimes, two movies for the price of one isn’t really a bargain.
Life on Earth, the album: Good. Life on Earth, the thing that we’re part of: Jury’s out.
You’re goddamn right it is (streaming, mind-blowing, sci-fi, and a thriller, but also horror).
Brum brummm, brum-brum-brummmmmmmm
Not the Jackson 5 song, though that song is great, but a Jenny Slate and Charlie Day rom-com. This is, in fact, a selling point.
I don’t always write my own headlines, and when I do, I usually say: Take it well-salted. A headline is supposed to be a little clicky. In this case, though, I think I agree, but it’s been so long since Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind that I can’t say for sure. Still: It’s a reasonable …
“You could travel the world / But nothing comes close / To the alien coast”
Woody: Please stop.
Laurel Hell on Earth, and also in your ears.
Did my White Zombie reference land? You decide.
In which no one speaks Italian, because they’re too busy speaking Adam Leon.
How odd to watch a Miller & Lord thing and think: “Well, that was low-key.”
Coming in just in time at (checks notes) a month and change since the festival wrapped.