Vampire hunting, let me tell you, that’s a job that’ll suck you dry. You’ll work ’till set of sun. It’s a high stakes gig. Vampire pun.
Here’s a lesson in filmmaking language: It’s hard to make a screenlife movie interesting. But this one is!
Ben Falcone married Melissa McCarthy and man, he has given a masterclass in riding coattails ever since.
Wouldn’t you know it, there is nothing either super or intelligent about this sucker.
It’s true: I did in fact manage to land one virtual film festival gig this year.
Appropriately enough, here I am talking about “Palm Springs” again…and again…and again.
“But she’s got high notes, she’s got high notes / She’s got high apple pie, in the sky notes.”
And if anyone can hold Steve Coogan accountable, it’s career Welshman Rob Brydon.
And you thought my obsession with “Lemon” was a sign of twisted character!
Not the Noah Baumbach movie starring Lola Kirke and Greta Gerwig, but rather the grimy, unpleasant, ultimately hilarious big-screen version of a Tim Heidecker and Greg Turkington bit.
Let me tell you: I had a real gas writing this piece. I trumpeted my enthusiasm the whole time I worked on it, no ifs, ands, or…buts. I can do this all day, by the way.
The day shall come! In fact, it already came! It’s done. It’s gone. You missed it. What the hell, why weren’t you paying attention for the day.
I have exactly less than no idea how to talk about this movie without giving away its dark, disgusting, hilarious secrets.
Remember when Amazon kinda sorta almost ruined this film by putting a pirated version up for sale on their site? And no, I am not bringing this up for any specific reason, no sir.
I tried, guys. I promise you I tried. Oh, how I tried to give Vice, the new Adam McKay movie, a fair shake; tried not to read the movie as “The Big Short, but wicked extra, and also obnoxious.” But I couldn’t, because that’s exactly what it is, times ten, and don’t let any clever types try …
Welp, A24 isn’t really doing much to promote Augustine Frizzell’s excellent Never Goin’ Back, so I guess it’s up to me, a critic, to champion this gross, tender, raunchy, outrageous, sweet-hearted, and absolutely hilarious film. (It’s one of my favorites of the year. And one of the best I saw at this year’s Independent Film Festival …
Upfront, I didn’t have high expectations for The Spy Who Dumped Me; I don’t have faith in studio comedies, and I especially don’t have faith in studio action comedies, because they tend to treat the action with indifference and just joke through fight scenes where characters reasonably should be taking matters seriously. But Susanna Fogel isn’t fucking …
“Hey,” says the movie, “let’s all go back in time to our adolescence, when our skin resembled pizza bathed in grease and battered with a meat hammer, and everything we liked actually in retrospect really, really sucks, and social interaction felt as risky as giving yourself a half dozen paper cuts and sticking your limbs …
I’m surprised that this is a hot-ish take (which I guess makes it a lukewarm-ish take, right?), but: Ocean’s 8 is a superior gender-flipped reboot to most other gender-flipped reboots released to date, chief among them being Ghostbusters ’16, a movie I do not have a positive relationship with. Look, the plain damn truth is that these …
For clarity’s sake, all of the things I say about Brett Haley in the intro to my review of his latest, Hearts Beat Loud, is absolutely true: I’ve never spoken to him one on one, but I have seen him speak, twice, two years in a row, at Independent Film Festival Boston, where in both appearances he …