Instead of gazing at one’s shoes, one should gaze at their personal past. That’s a way better source of songwriting inspiration.
A movie about the most vengeful bird of all! Also, genocide and sexual violence.
Horror is the style right now, and if you’re trying to get into it but don’t know what kind of horror you like, here’s a movie for you.
She’s home! Annabelle, she’s home! That’s…that’s really not good, whose home did she come to? Yours? Mine? Hopefully yours. Sorry, I want to live.
It’s a deer! On a beach! Only in Michigan, I’m telling you.
A movie about zombies by one of the coolest filmmakers out there, starring a ton of people I like, should be a slam dunk, but then…what if it isn’t?
I don’t know what I can say about this record that I don’t already say in the kicker to my review, but gosh I guess I’ll try.
A stunning, low key bit of animation from a descendant of unspeakable atrocity. Amazingly, he’s up to speaking about it.
You got your body horror in my psychological thriller! Except that it’s all horror, even when it’s too over-written for its own good. Pft.
Well, as long as the reruns are erotic, then I don’t mind if I do.
A portal back in time to when Oh Sees were Thee Oh Sees and they hadn’t released quite as many albums as they have to date.
Roll down the windows and throw the goat as you careen down highways blaring the new album from Black Mountain. (But don’t throw the goat out the window. You might lose a hand. Safety first.)
Finally, what we’ve all been asking for this year: A doppelganger movie that isn’t distinctly a horror movie, and also doesn’t really stick to a single genre, either.
One of the most under-appreciated filmmakers in the world has released what’s already looking like her most-appreciated film, and Andy has mixed thoughts. (On the reaction to the film, not the film itself.)
Upfront: This movie is about sex. My review of this movie is about sex. Everything is about sex. It’s necessary to get that out of the way to numb your delicate prudish American sensibilities.
Put away your soaps and bath bombs and shampoos and other scented sudsy sundries, this is a music review, not a tutorial for custom at-home spa treatments, good lord.
An instructional film about what to do when you’re alone on a mountain overlook and there’s a corpse and possibly also a ghost or a bear.
What do you do when a band you’ve followed for years makes a new album and it’s…kind of bland?