Wiithout any further rambling on my part, my favorite films of 2018, from Mandy to The Rider to Annihilation.
Wiithout any further rambling on my part, my favorite films of 2018, from Mandy to The Rider to Annihilation.
In Good Time, there is only one way to read Connie’s Queens quest: that it’s his unchecked white privilege that causes him to literally hurt every person of color he comes across in the film.
It’s easier than ever now to manufacture your own identity—and Ingrid Goes West understands how essential destruction is to creation.
The lofty emotional ambitions of A Ghost Story are ultimately impossibly pretentious and frustratingly unclear. And yes, the off-screen crap of alleged sexual harasser Casey Affleckcasts a shadow over the film.
City of Ghosts may be the most impactful documentary of the year, an examination of the rise of ISIS in Syria and the attempts by civilian journalists Raqqa Is Being Slaughtered Silently to combat them.
“What in the actual fuck?” is something I have written down in my Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets notes, and I don’t exactly know to what scene I was referring because I honestly could have been referring to any of them.
Landline never really clicks together, relying so often on ‘90s-themed backward-gazing that its family drama fails to set itself apart.
After so many warnings, winter is here in Game of Thrones. The white raven has been sent. The Citadel has spoken. And sweet summer children—well, who knows how many of them will live to see the next summer?
Aubrey Plaza may legitimately be an unhinged maniac, and you will love her for it in The Little Hours.
The Big Sick is a film with an extremely particular religious and cultural point of view but universally honest, poignant things to say about love, and it is a soothing balm for the insanity of our world right now.
Baby Driver leans into its own narrative with adrenaline and zeal, and you’ll feel it.
Kill Switch is an R-rated action flick that invites the viewer to directly experience the protagonist’s journey of time travel, flashy guns, and drone warfare. It sounds more exhilarating than it actually is.
The Book of Henry will have its defenders, and I am not one of them. This movie is one confused “What the fuck?” sequence after another.
Antonio Banderas and Jonathan Rhys Meyers lean into the intimate premise of Black Butterfly and ratchet up the tension and anxiety quite well; this is an ideal VOD offering that relies more on twisty plotting and layered dialogue than bombast.
In Trump’s America, Logan is the movie we need, a film that turns Wolverine from a typical X-Man hero into the kind of explicit social justice warrior these characters were meant to be.
So far this month there have been a slew of trailers that have me marking down release dates on my calendar, and I've compiled my fab five here.
Some of my The Great Wall notes make very little sense out of context, but it's also so weird that it could be like a strange, stream-of-consciousness poem you didn't know you needed.
John Wick knows everything there is to know about dying. Just like Maeve in Westworld, he’s fucking great at it.
Small movies like these need all the support they can get, which is why you should seek out Long Way North. The draw here for young girls will be Sacha, who is determined, resolute, and just bratty enough to be likable.
These are more than simply shoes, they're street-cred currency, and director Justin Tipping and his co-writer Joshua Beirne-Golden explore all the ways urban culture -- masculinity, sexism, childhood, and the drug war -- are tied up together in Kicks.