You might have noticed that ccpopculture hasn’t really been firing on all cylinders this year. Or you might not have – 2020 has been a shitshow of a year, after all, and I would understand if your interest in some mid-30s Australian dude’s film website has waned under the circumstances. This is my first post…
Movies meant a lot to me in the 2010s. These are the fifty that meant the most.
In 2018, action is as strong as ever. But the boundaries of the genre have been redefined in the wake of the superhero genre’s dominance over the box office.
This year’s QLDFF program feels like the platonic ideal of an arty film festival program, one that at once inviting and challenging.
I could not believe it. Trixie Mattel in the Hall of Fame and fans are calling it rigga morris?
Riverdale is the sort of delicious trash that mimics masterpieces by draping its awful dialogue in red velvet and beautiful people. God, it’s fucking wonderful.
Like all great teen films, Freak Show understands that one’s teenage years are a time for experimentation with identity.
I’m not here to acclaim Red Sparrow as some misunderstood masterpiece. It’s not. Nor is it the disaster its detractors declaim it as.
Over at Junkee, I dig deep into the health of the Australian horror industry and Australian opinions on the horror industry.
Across his filmography, Flanagan’ strives for something more insidious than the reptilian-brain jolts favoured by mainstream horror – something truly horrific; something that has you questioning your very own eyes.