• Raining in the Mountain

    Raining in the Mountain

    i have no clue what the fuck happened in this, but it's king hu, so i'm pretty sure it's near-perfection regardless of the meager details of the plot.

  • Nope



    This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

    an unequivocal masterpiece, this is what you go to the movies for: bursting at the seams with ideas, poetic restraint, dynamic visual acuity, unique images you've only seen in dreams brought to the big screen. i've been obsessed with UFOs my entire life, and jordan peele is the first director i feel that has represented the paranormal on a big hollywood scale exactly as the esoteric and subjective phenomenon that it actually is. my absolute favorite new release of the 2020s so far: an ultraterrestrial western.

  • Godzilla vs. Charles Barkley

    Godzilla vs. Charles Barkley

    a great commercial, but even a greater comic. there should be more media with giant kaiju participating in all kinds of sports; let's see king kong playing some football!

  • Happy Together

    Happy Together

    i've never been in a relationship, but i've experienced so many ones, vicariously, through the realm of cinema. happy together is such a dreamy evocation of both the highs and lows of romance, a well-rounded portrait of queer life that doesn't pull any punches; the nights and days seem to stretch on forever in this, wet streets burning with the reflections of sodium-orange lights and radioactive reds blankets atop sicky-green bedsheets. desperately clinging onto a warm body in a colder and colder world.

  • The Godfather: Part II
  • Midnight Run

    Midnight Run

    i usually think of danny elfman as a great composer, but then i listen to something like the soundtrack to this and i wonder if we've given him a little bit too much credit over the years: uber-shmaltzy synth-blues-rock that overpowers every scene and, while not terrible to listen to on its own, really exemplifies the shtick-y sweet mawkishness that late-80s hollywood slathered over hundreds of major releases. midnight run is good, solid fun, but it truly is a victim of its time.

  • Johnny Mnemonic

    Johnny Mnemonic


    dolph lundgren as a street-peacher mecha-assassin getting zapped by a cyber-cetacean's laser beam... what can i say? it's cinema.

  • Montauk Chronicles

    Montauk Chronicles

    This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

    to fracture the mind-pattern is to make you uncomfortable, uncomfortable with your basic functioning and breathing and thinking and seeing, leaving you susceptible to re-programming by The Entity. this is a life-time process of shattering your nervous system into essential components and networks which can then become networked towards accomplishing a new bio-task, that is, the abolition of free-will and the instatement of The Entity's desire on top of your pineal gland. once your evolutionary potential is blocked, you reach…

  • Old Joy

    Old Joy

    perfectly embodies that weird feeling where you and an old friend are trying to act like you're still super-close but in actuality you couldn't be farther apart and you both know that on some level but you're still possessive over the concept of you two being buddies, so you settle for just pantomiming in the discarnate shell of your old relationship, frustrated with the cold realization that, from now on, nothing's ever what it could have been, if it should have been anything at all.

    wrote a slightly-personal piece about it for my patreon, which you can check out here.

  • The Aviator's Wife

    The Aviator's Wife

    why is it a requirement in every rohmer film for the main character to visit either the most beautiful vacation estate known to man, or a weirdly-decrepit liminal nightmare apartment

  • Hard Eight

    Hard Eight


    my favorite PTA. the sound of leather creaking, metal clanging, glass shattering, early morning blur in neon swirl. no unpunished courtesy, no walk in a forest without a trace of passage. philip baker hall is unmatched.

  • Close-Up



    every cinephile has a crippling weakness for movies-about-movies, and kiarostami here makes one for the ages. one big heartache over a man's love of art, loves it because it allows him to be himself in a way that he never could otherwise; in the realm of aesthetics, truth and falsehood are on equal footing, each comingling with the other to create something beyond earthly authority; a conversation, not a binary.