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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
July 7, 2025
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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
On Episode #126 of Fear and Loathing in Cinema, our beloved panel of armchair cine-soldiers (who may or may not be honorary members of the
If Night of the Living Dead was Romero’s Beatles-on-Ed-Sullivan moment, The Crazies was his concept album no one understood until three decades later, probably while
It’s 4:17 PM. You’ve been in the airport since roughly the Truman administration. The air smells like burnt Starbucks and the fear sweat of business
There are few universal human experiences more demeaning than a job interview. First dates, maybe. An MRI with bad jazz playing in your headphones, sure.
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
On Episode #172 of My Bloody Podcast, the trio of hosts; a dino hunter with a flair for the dramatic, a bespectacled paleontology nerd with
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
On Episode #125 of Fear and Loathing in Cinema, we cracked a dozen metaphorical eggs and finally found the perfect duck. Not a perfect duck,
So of course, Hollywood did what Hollywood does best: upgraded the software, doubled the runtime, and deleted the subtlety. Enter M3GAN 2.0, the cinematic equivalent
There’s a peculiar joy in watching grown adults; who you’d trust to explain the. many facets of Goddard and Spielberg; gleefully debate the difference between
On Episode #124 of Fear and Loathing in Cinema, we revved our engines for a fast-paced thrill ride and instead crashed gently into a velvet-lined
In the end, Boyle hasn’t mellowed with age. He’s just become sharper, meaner, and more deliberate. He doesn’t just want to scare you; he wants
Let me start with a warning: Jennifer Lynch’s Chained is not a movie you casually throw on during date night unless your idea of a
And what are the horror hounds howling about this week on Episode #170 of My Bloody Podcast? Just the small matter of rage-infected monkeys and
On Episode #123 of Fear and Loathing in Cinema, our brave quartet; Bryan, Dan, Chelsea, and Preston; take a break from dodging dinosaurs and emotionally
Every ghost story begins with love. Every haunting begins with a full heart. Mine began when I became a widow at 38.
On Episode #122 of Fear and Loathing in Cinema, your three brave, emotionally bruised hosts; Bryan, Dan, and Preston; return to the scorched ruins of
In the end, The Fantastic Mr. Fox is not merely an adaptation but a kind of artistic convergence. It’s a meeting of Dahl’s mischievous imagination
Bresson was a man allergic to frills, whether it be cinematic, emotional, decorative, or otherwise. So when, in 1959, he wrote his first original screenplay
Almodóvar, of course, has never been in the business of quaint. His films arrive lacquered in bright colors and moral ambiguity, populated by characters who
In the end, Sundays and Cybele remains a masterwork of emotional subtlety. It’s a tragic, beautiful tale of innocence, loneliness, and the ways broken people
The Umbrellas of Cherbourg is one of those rare films that sings every single line; and still manages to sneak up and wallop you right
The stage is nearly set, the heat is already oppressive, and somewhere in the distance, a folding chair is weeping in anticipation. Yes, friends, professional
X-Men: Apocalypse, directed with bombastic sincerity by Bryan Singer (back for his fourth round of mutant musical chairs), attempts to answer this question with explosions,
After watching, I felt exhilarated and mildly ashamed of how emotionally invested I was in the fate of a man who carries a shield and
The Life of Chuck is the most beautiful film I’ve seen in years. It doesn’t shout. It hums. It weeps. It dances. And if you
It was 92 degrees, the sun blazed like the Eye of Sauron, and somewhere between my third Peppermint Mocha and the second Werewolf I’d seen
