“We’re competent adults” is not a substantive electoral strategy.
Flicks, fists, guns, and guitars.
Ben Esposito’s ultra-charming vibe.
Racism, homophobia, men getting raped by animals, and Ed Wood.
Some miscellaneous thoughts to justify starting the year off mostly just playing video games.
The blackest sheep of The Strokes’ discography turns 10.
God, it was worth the six year wait.
Daft punks, street gangs, amateur spies, and hot messes.
Brian Fogel’s latest documentary is a fantastic and vital piece of journalism, albeit one whose potency is dulled slightly by questionable presentation decisions.
Charlène Favier’s debut feature is a perpetually unsettling and solidly-crafted abuse drama with a great central performance.