There is no movie more nihilistic than a satire on climate change.
I watched a bunch of Zoom horror movies so you wouldn’t have to.
“Double, double toil and trouble…”
Let me do the unthinkable and turn something off with no intention of thinking about it ever again.
Director Bustamante’s analogue is Coppola, both surfacing what is vacuous through crimson screen presence.
‘The Little Things’ gets exponentially dumber with each passing minute.
Director James Gunn doesn’t seem to know whether the story exists to set up the jokes, or the jokes exist to set up the story.
That a film stands against sexual assault speaks little if at all to the assault of using unblurred footage to which women would no longer consent.
Mann is a cops-and-robbers philosopher with a camera…
Horror continues to be the right move if you want to add heat to the existing Salem-story kettle, but there’s almost no anxious ecstasy, here.