All the boys love Kate Dickie. And the girls. Men and women, too, 50 and older. In fact it’s really just the 50 and older crowd, forget about the boys and girls.
Gonna recycle my “raiser her, I hardly know her” Dad joke from my Letterboxd review, I’m that lazy.
Lots of Disney movies and Gareth Evans-inspired martial artistry all collide with one of the best hyper-violent action filmmakers working today. Plus: Joey King.
You’re goddamn right it is (streaming, mind-blowing, sci-fi, and a thriller, but also horror).
Kristen Stewart is gay. Clea Duvall is gay. Mackenzie Davis is, uh, not, but she plays gay well. Christmas is now gay. You are gay.
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.
Castle Rock is maybe the single best embodiment of the problems I have reviewing TV: After just a few episodes, I’m not sure where it’s going, and I’m not sure how to review something like that. Maybe that’s not the point when you’re reviewing TV. Maybe just learn to review the TV you have. Regardless, Castle …