Category: Film
If Your Cat Could Talk, He Would Say, “Feed Me, Fuckface”: The Voices
Is it challenging to make a schizophrenic serial killer come across as endearing? Not for Ryan Reynolds interpreting Michael R. Perry’s deftly paced script for [Read More…]
A Midsommar Night’s Psilocybin Trip
For many watching Midsommar, the furthest thing from their mind will be the image of its then four-year-old director, Ari Aster, taking in his first [Read More…]
The Hustle Continues to Accent A Longstanding Issue With the Female Con Movie
While, of course, it’s always “refreshing” to see any scale of a production company throw women a bone by pushing projects through that feature “heroines” [Read More…]
Her Smell: The Collision of the Id and the Ego in the Female Rock Star Makes for Some Very Awkward Moments
While the exploration of the male rock star has been done time and time again (think Velvet Goldmine, Almost Famous, That Thing You Do! and, [Read More…]
Murder Mystery: The Tourist Meets Ocean’s Twelve Meets Murder on the Orient Express in a Blender–And Also Rich People Do Fucked Up Things
Taking into account the ever-waning ability of audiences to digest the rom-com, Jennifer Aniston and Adam Sandler have reteamed after 2011’s Just Go With It [Read More…]
The Shrinking Violet’s Need to Stand Out Through Ho-dom: A Perpetuated Stereotype in Looking for Mr. Goodbar
As the somewhat derogatorily called “women’s movement” raged on in the 70s, it was only natural that the media was going to jump on the [Read More…]
Ostracism’s No Party: Ma
As one of the elements of bullying still largely unaddressed by the so-called bleeding hearts of primarily liberals, ostracism factors in heavily to the lifelong [Read More…]
It Doesn’t Take Rocketman’s Surrealist Portrayal of Elton John’s Life to Note the Psychology Behind His Cuntery: He Just Wanted Love, But It Was Impossible
In at least partial response to acting as director of Bohemian Rhapsody for two weeks (though he didn’t receive credit for that time, with Bryan [Read More…]
Greta (Does Not Want to Be Alone)
In keeping with certain themes about New York–1) you’ll never make enough friends for anyone to notice your absence quickly enough and 2) it’s like [Read More…]
The Dead Don’t Die (Or Stop Wanting Coffee, Or WiFi Or Xanax) And That’s Part of Why We’re In A Boschian Hellscape
Never one to shy from the hyper-metaness of existence in his work, Jim Jarmusch’s latest, The Dead Don’t Die, is in every way an unbridled [Read More…]