We're all hurtling towards death. Yet here we are, for the moment, alive.
“what’s remembered lives”
My wife Deanie (they/them) didn’t have much money growing up, and had only humble aspirations in life. They wanted to work as an assistant, because they liked helping people and figured it was a job they’d excel at (which I always agreed with). They wanted to build a garden. They wanted to raise kids with me. And, perhaps more than anything, they wanted to live in a van as a nomad.
We talked about it a lot.…
oh jesus christ just dump my heart in a woodchipper why don’t you
I’m too drained to sum up everything I’m feeling right now, but this film is legitimately therapeutic— it’s all about empathy and self-reflection and emotionally honest communication and especially accepting your feelings, whatever they may be, even if they seem ugly or wrong. It’s soul-healing. Should be required viewing at schools or something.
C’mon C’mon may also be one of the single most exquisitely acted films I’ve…
Very good spooky time, but feels incomplete, both from a story and thematic perspective. I wonder just how much the upcoming prequel film will clarify things.
Awesome prosthetic work and practical gore. West is having so so much bloody fun with the slasher and it’s infectious.
The whole cast rocks (Mia Goth the unsurprising MVP), but Martin Henderson, who I’ve really only known as the weak link in Gore Verbinski’s The Ring, particularly surprised the hell outta me.
Looking solely at the state of megabudget Hollywood filmmaking today, would anyone guess that JAWS is widely considered to be the godfather of the blockbuster? Once upon a time, populist popcorn pop-entertainment could be compact in scale, patient in pacing, and properly invested in character and theme. I couldn't tell you when precisely the blockbuster lost all its patience, but by now it genuinely feels as if studio execs are worried that even a single moment of dead air in…