Not quite “Fleabag,” but almost like “Fleabag,” but without all the raunchiness.
It’s true: I did in fact manage to land one virtual film festival gig this year.
Glowing praise preambled with a mea culpa.
I have an old anecdote about Wil Wheaton that has stuck with me for over a decade, buckle up.
Hoooooo boy I did not like this bullshit at all.
I didn’t loathe the last Ryan Murphy show of 2020, but does that mean I liked it? Or that it’s any good?
You’d figure he’d be a horse, but no: He’s a MAN.
I might’ve under-valued this one, so you should all see it for yourselves and let me know.
Queue Thin Lizzy references from a hundred hack TV critics with clever to say.
In which Andy feels terribly underqualified to talk about the movie he’s talking about, but he talks about it anyway.
A slasher, but a slasher about *America*.
Y’know, a zombie invasion at this point in the year would just be par for the course, and also maybe preferable to reality.
It’s more of a bite than a kiss, but when the end result is you become a bloodsucking fiend, who’s keeping count?
Another piece Present Andy wrote for Past Andy.
I was surprised to learn how many movies exist with a variation on this title. It’s…more than one.
Look, don’t get all mad at me, it’s literally true.
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.
A room with a view to horror, humor, heartache, heroism, and even horniness.