Here’s a shocker, most kids’ imaginary friends don’t actually go on murderin’ sprees. Journalism!
Sounds like a lovely place to visit, except for all the goddamn trash.
This movie kicks ass.
Look, people are gonna like this more than me and that’s fine; no matter what, we all agree that this movie has the best title of any movie released in like the last 20 years.
Here’s a lesson in filmmaking language: It’s hard to make a screenlife movie interesting. But this one is!
“Best” sellers? More like “not the best” sellers, oh yeah, there’s that sweet burn I’m lookin’ for.
In which the answer to “who’s a good boy” is “nobody, there is no good boy.”
God, yes, meta-docs, just inject that right into my veins, please.
See, the title works because of racism.
In the same breath as I praise this movie, I also feel a whole lot of panic.
13,000 is, and I’m getting really technical here, a whole lot of goddamn feet to be at.
Bzzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz eeeeeeeeee bzzzzz
Important journalism is interviewing cryptozoologists about whether or not putting cryptids in a zoo is a good idea or a bad one.
If you click the link to this review 5 times while staring in the mirror, I appear behind you and say “thanks for clicking.”
Momoa, more problems.
Not that kind of Teddy, or the other kind of Teddy. It’s just a guy named Teddy. Life is boring sometimes. But this movie isn’t!
God grant me the serenity to accept things I cannot change, but also please, PLEASE explain to me why people still make movies like this one.
I cannot think of two words less-suited to follow one after the other, and also I cannot think of a movie title that conveys “ass kicking” better than this.
Other acceptable director comparison: Hal Ashby.
But up with Diego Ongaro and Freddie Gibbs and Bob Tarasuk.