Reviews

Like its titular character, Ridley Scott’s 1979 masterpiece Alien is a perfect organism. Horror at its most efficient and effective, stripped of all pretense and constructed with terrifying elegance. The score pulsates and echoes, the hulking industrial mass of the USCSS Nostromo creaks and groans, the dusty analog computers

Borderlands is barely a movie. It’s borderline unwatchable. It does make a convincing argument that video game movies should stop existing altogether. We’ve made admirable efforts for 30 years, but Eli Roth has made something that’s such an incoherent waste of money that it should simply be

The Marvel Cinematic Universe has been completely aimless for going on five years now – longer than it once took to get from 2008’s Iron Man to the first Avengers film in 2012. We’re now in Phase Five - unclear how or why that’s in any way distinct

It burrows beneath your skin. A permeating, embedded unease that scrapes and scratches as it worms its way deeper within. Something is wrong, a natural order disrupted, the fabric of the air cut with an inky black presence that exists in an impossible periphery; always there but never perceived. The

“I am the world’s greatest assassin” said in a sincere, hushed whisper by a man torn between his cartoonishly adoring family and his violent, seedy underworld business really only makes sense as an earnest line of dialogue when it’s been written by a person who also named his

The thing is, you got to keep movin’. - Warren Oates in Two-Lane Blacktop (1971) Monte Hellman’s Two-Lane Blacktop is one of the great American movies, a story of the relationship between people and the machines that take them across the endless horizon. A true road movie, one that