American man vs. communist ants.
Vintage RPG Podcast listeners, what is best in life?
What’s a little radioactive diamond between siblings?
“Being the ugly American that I am, the film reminded me of the plays of Shakespeare.”
Deirdre played these Beauty and the Beast-inspired games so that you, dear reader, don’t have to.
World War Z suddenly feels extremely relevant.
We watched Mazes and Monsters so you don’t have to. Please don’t watch Mazes and Monsters.
I mean, really now, who hasn’t wanted to be friends with a talking, alcoholic skull?
Horror director David Sandberg returns to his short film roots to tap pandemic anxieties.
Everything about Horrified echoes the Universal films in ways that will make fans of the original monster franchises grin.
Robert Eggers and Virginia Woolf shine the way to an answer.
“If we announce this too rashly the public will panic,” he says, “Our political life, economy and foreign relations will be plunged into chaos.”
A faithfulness to a format that is no longer consistent with the product that you’re making is worshiping at the ground of a false idol.
Bring Real Person Fanfiction onto The Graham Norton Show, cowards.
The Star Wars sequel trilogy is too exciting to be interesting.
I’ve got a reputation. Let me put it to work for you. There’s a lot to true crime, and if you’re truly interested there’s some good stuff out there. ACAB, let’s watch some true crime!
It’s barely a spoiler to say that this all ends, as it inevitably must, with a literally burning bed and a homicidally crazed Brendan Fraser, painted red and wearing a barbed wire shirt.
“Apparently, as he was making his latest film, Tom Hooper thought a lot about fucking these cats. But only the female ones.”
The most interesting thing about Dolittle is probably that I spent a half hour trying to find the right words to describe emptying a dragons colon of armor before settling on “transanal extraction.”
If you don’t like horror movies, House by the Cemetery isn’t the flick that’s going to change your mind.
Birds of Prey is the equivalent of an exorcism of Suicide Squad, the bloated carcass of FYE excess that DC had pulled into a back alley to die.
Maleficent’s daughter looks to camera and announces, through song of course, that she is “rotten to the core.”
Dreamy, desolate and drunk on its particular place in both space and time, Night Tide is a film like no other.
Fans of people yelling, bad CGI, and characters repeating themselves – and one another – your proverbial ship has come in.
A new generation of Nigerian filmmakers is finally putting quality over quantity.
It’s only been a few days since I watched Color Out of Space, under a week really, and it ran through me like a bad taste — unfortunate, short lived, and quickly forgotten.
If Underwater is cosmic horror, it’s from the point of view of someone who gets swept up in the devastation but never really knows the greater implications.
It’s 2019 baybe and we’ve got movies for you to see!
Jeff Spoonhower discusses how stories can be told during gameplay through the use of powerful subtextual audio-visual techniques.
Despite an elder James Cagney being miscast, latex masks and plenty of melodrama, the Lon Chaney biopic still has some of that old Hollywood magic.
“Apprentice to Murder isn’t an undiscovered classic…but it’s better than its two-and-a-half-star average on Letterboxd would suggest.”
“Our modern morass fits right in with the RoboCop…”
“The people who were hitting Rian Johnson with death threats on Twitter over making The Last Jedi “too political” are going to love this one, is what I’m saying.”
In New York 2140, neoliberalism still reigns supreme. But maybe even this dire prediction is too optimistic.
Sara got to meet Pee-wee Herman at this year’s NYCC and only freaked out a little.
To me, Joker is like a theatrically released omen.
On tap: Joker, Paul Reubens and a bad version of Phantom of the Opera.
Despite ample opportunity, The Prey is a slasher that features neither Bigfoot nor Smokey Bear as the villain.
In Hayao Miyazaki’s grandest work, humans confront extinction.
It’s been decades since Rob has set aside time for Saturday morning cartoons, but Netflix has brought that very specific brand of nostalgia back with a number of unexpectedly clever reboots.