This might’ve been a movie about a sandwich, but it’s about a man. But that man also eats that sandwich, too, so win-win.
In my second Hidden Gems piece, I talk about…another Faye Dunaway movie. Not complaining, just stating the facts.
I was surprised to learn that this is in fact not a movie based on the Everclear song of the same name, but instead another entry in Gemma Arterton’s period movie resume.
To BnB, or not to BnB.
Horror is so elevated that I’m not sure how anyone can lift it any higher without taking it through the ozone layer and sucking all the life out of the genre.
Honestly, I don’t think I’d hate it until about day 30.
Not THAT “The Beach House.” This one was made for Shudder, not for Hallmark.
It’s “Hamilton.” That’s it. That’s everything.
I don’t remember losing my baby teeth, but I remember having my wisdom teeth yanked from my face, and let me tell ya, one thing has nothing to do with the other.
5 bloods, plus all of the other blood shed by those first 5 bloods. Blood on blood on blood.
Don’t let the “victim” fool you. Roy Cohn was, is, and will always be viewed as a large diameter asshole.
Time to update Urban Dictionary, folks!
If you ever find a Netflix movie you’ve never heard of while scrolling for something to watch, my advice is this: There’s a reason you couldn’t find it.
Oh man, did I ever get this one wrong once upon eight years ago.
A fish? A bathtub? That’s not where fish go.
“But she’s got high notes, she’s got high notes / She’s got high apple pie, in the sky notes.”
Sorry gang, I don’t have a pithy, clever, insightful, or even corny intro to this piece, the movie is just too good.
And if anyone can hold Steve Coogan accountable, it’s career Welshman Rob Brydon.
How to build a girl? Start with a good script.
Not Brian Dennehy’s last-last role, but it might be his last great role. We’ll see once his last-last movies come out.