The psychedelic IMAX poster was the only part I genuinely loved.
Cartoons win out over super heroes and existential dread, as they should.
I mean, there’s literally no way if could have been as bad as everybody said.
I’m not stoked about this movie’s prognosis for kids who’ve experienced trauma, but I AM stoked that it offers a fresh take on what vampires mean metaphorically (external link).
Before the Bitch Flicks hiatus, I wrote many more words about my love for Moonlight, which you can find on their site, now (external link).
There’s, like, aliens, and cannibalism, and some James Franco movie.
In which I like introspective festival movies and don’t like superhero movies. THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF ALL I DREAMED THAT I WOULD BE.
This is unusually skewed toward best, because my time was filled with festival entries.
I built up The Witch so much in my mind…
In which I break my self-imposed boycott on Fifty Shades of Grey long enough to question everything I know about porn (external link).
I love this movie. I’m stumping for this movie. It’s Halloween, it’s coming-of-age, it’s concerned about masculinity, it’s gorgeous, it’s sad, I love it (external link).
I went into Nocturnal Animals with such high hopes. And it was so sexist. And I was so annoyed (external link).
I saw ARQ a week before it came to Netflix and it was confusing (external link).
I got to see the world premieres of Colossal and Lady Macbeth at TIFF this year. They were both pretty good, but they also both told me that violence is the best way to stand up for yourself (external link).
Room is the best. Jem and the Holograms is the worst. Crimson Peak, Zootopia, and Ghostbusters are somewhere in between.
I loved Ghostbusters more than I thought I possibly could, and posted a review of it on Bitch Flicks (external link).
I write about The Great Beauty and what our DVD collections say about us as part of Bright Wall/Dark Room’s identity issue (external link).
I review Bleeding Heart and its exploration of nonviolence for Bitch Flicks (external link).
In which I compare a bunch of movies to other movies. More than usual, I mean.
I unpack the crushing disappointment of Sicario over at Bitch Flicks. (external link)