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Joining us for this canine-and-carbine opera are two men who know their way around both a frame and a fight. Aaron Eckhart, the square-jawed statesman
November 19, 2025
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Joining us for this canine-and-carbine opera are two men who know their way around both a frame and a fight. Aaron Eckhart, the square-jawed statesman
Take, for example, A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors (1987), a sequel directed, improbably, by the same man who gave us The Blob
So yes, Cannes has yachts. Sundance has snow. Venice has gondolas. But only Fantastic Fest has a boxing match between a critic and a director,
To toast the milestone, Angela Cartwright (Brigitta von Trapp) and Debbie Turner (Marta von Trapp) returned to share stories from the set. It’s those whispered,
In the end, Coyotes is a silly, shapeless howl of a movie that needed either Liam Neeson with a hunting knife or a wisecracking Road
On Episode #135 of Fear and Loathing in Cinema, four cinephiles who, for the episode, style themselves as podcasting pornographers. They slip into something more
Enter Black Rabbit, an eight-episode limited series created by Zach Baylin, who previously wrote King Richard, Creed III, and The Order. This time, Bateman teams
Which brings us to their second feature, Bring Her Back, a film that asks the ultimate question of grief: “How far would you go to
If you’ve spent any time in Texas, you know two things: the brisket is smoked low and slow, and the Dallas Cowboys are God’s chosen
Watching America’s Team is to be reminded that football is not just a game but a narrative engine, one that churns out myths as readily
A few years later, they made Wet Hot American Summer. It’s a film that, upon release, was largely ignored, as though the world simply wasn’t
There’s one scene, though, that deserves to be put in the Louvre, or at the very least looped forever in the background of a highbrow
So what is Mac and Me? Is it a failed E.T. knockoff? A cautionary tale about unchecked corporate synergy? A secretly progressive film that centers
Frailty is horror with a soul, a brain, and, most disturbingly, a body count that feels frighteningly plausible. It’s a film about family, faith, and
There’s something oddly comforting about the fact that, in any column like this, Martin Scorsese is bound to show up early and often, like a
There are filmmakers you respect, and then there’s Mike Judge; our unassuming, soft-spoken Nostradamus of middlebrow America. If Kubrick dissected humanity’s cosmic anxieties, Spielberg gave
Some people move to Texas for the brisket. Others come for the low taxes, wide skies, or a spiritual reawakening via H-E-B. But for Chelsea
Yes, Dumbo; that compact, unassuming film, originally intended as a short and clocking in at a brisk 64 minutes; waddled onto screens and, to everyone’s
Before Ari Aster made us afraid of attics, flower crowns, or what a mother might do with a piano wire, he was dreaming of spurs,
Let us now consider the curious case of Randle Patrick McMurphy, the grinning, cigarette-dangling, borderline-saintly delinquent at the heart of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s
By the spring of 2025, it became clear that horror; the moody misfit of cinema, the goth cousin at the awards season cotillion; was no
It was a hot and emotionally unstable weekend in Arlington, Texas; the kind of weekend where the sun cooks your retinas while thunderclouds loiter ominously,
By the time the sun finished melting over Arlington, Texas; a place where the heat is best described as a spiritual experience and the only
It’s 48 hours until the ring ropes are cinched taut and the pay-per-view lights flicker to life at Globe Life Field for All In, but
The film’s emotional core, though, is a quiet scene in Kansas. Just a conversation between a son and his parents (Pruitt Taylor Vince and Neva
Let me preface this with a confession that might get me canceled at brunch: I love Woody Allen movies. There. I said it. I realize
If you were alive in the late ’70s or early ’80s; or were simply the kind of child raised on VHS tapes and questionable parental
Which brings us to Jurassic World Rebirth, the seventh installment in a franchise that should have been gracefully fossilized long ago. But Hollywood, like the
Some movies sneak up on you. Others charge in with a cape, a torch, and a crossbow. The Monster Squad, Fred Dekker’s gloriously goofy 1987
Every few months, without fail, something wonderful happens in the land of cinema. A rumble is heard. A leather boot steps into frame. Somewhere, a
