The Brutalist: Industrial Exploitation
Brady Corbet's film is an immense work documenting an immense work, taking on the form of its subject as a formalist monolith, a slab of grim reality that renders the weight of its expression.
Nosferatu: Eldritch Lust and Gothic Pestilence
Ooh, majestic! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
A line once uttered by the crazed Micolash in FromSoft's masterpiece Bloodborne, but one fitting the cosmic gothic prison of Robert Eggers' Nosferatu, an all consuming Eldritch terror that combines a rapidly decaying psychosexual madness with arresting imagery and
Joker: Folie à Deux - Giving The People Nothing At All
If there’s one thing that Todd Phillips’ Joker: Folie à Deux has going for it, it’s that it absolutely despises Joker fans. On its face, it’s pretty respectable to design a sequel with the express purpose of upsetting every incel who took the first movie as some
Alien: Romulus - All Priorities Rescinded
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: Time To Let The Wicked Rest
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
Deadpool & Wolverine: Self-Aware Slop
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
Longlegs: Something Underneath
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