It’s one thing to hear your upstairs neighbors having better sex than you. It’s another to invite them downstairs for dinner. That’s the bad decision at the center
There are bad movies you resent because they never had a pulse, and there are disappointing movies you keep trying to will into shape as you’re watching them.
Cinema keeps circling back to a familiar male fantasy, probably because men keep finding new ways to pretend they invented it: A woman is written, sculpted, programmed, wished
“History has no reset keys,” Noah Scanlon (Colin Firth) warns at one point in Disclosure Day. He says it to Daniel Kellner (Josh O’Connor), who has stolen extraterrestrial
One of the first things I thought while watching Backrooms had very little to do with horror, internet folklore, or Kane Parsons’ unlikely leap from YouTube to A24.
Twenty years is a strange amount of time for a sequel (unless you’re Top Gun: Maverick, in which case you rewrite the rules). It’s long enough for nostalgia
There’s a moment about five seconds into Michael when the artist’s familiar “hee-hee” blares and the Michael Jackson Estate logo flashes on screen. It’s a small thing, but
If you’ve seen Gravity, Interstellar, 2001: A Space Odyssey, and The Martian, you’ve seen Project Hail Mary. It’s that blatant in how it lifts, calls back, and occasionally
There’s a particular cruelty in doing everything right and still end up losing. You work hard, you climb the ladder, you buy the house, you provide for your
Paul Thomas Anderson has spent the better part of three decades burrowing into the American soul—charting its boom-and-bust appetites, its bruised dreams, its restless need to reinvent itself.
The Naked Gun is stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. It’s a film so dedicated to tripping over its own shoelaces that you start to admire the sheer athleticism of
There’s an easy pitch to Celine Song’s latest film Materialists: imagine a contemporary New York screwball romance, part Working Girl hustle, part When Harry Met Sally walk-and-talk. Lucy
Throughout every onscreen incarnation of the Man of Steel, there’s a rhythm we’ve come to expect. Superman discovers his powers. He hides in plain sight as Clark Kent.
Dating apps and wireless file sharing were supposed to make life easier. Instead, they’ve become perfect fuel for modern tech thrillers. Christopher Landon’s Drop leans into this paranoia with all
