mother! is not fucking around. This is a film that well and truly earns its exclamation mark.
There’s never going to be a version of It as terrifying as the novel I read when I was 12. But the new adaptation does well to channel the unnerving spirit of King’s novel.
Steven Soderbergh is back, baby!
A film about powerful women and our fear of them. Also, gigantic city-destroying monsters.
Kong: Skull Island isn’t interested in saying anything more substantive than, “Whoa, did you see that!?”
T2: Trainspotting succeeds because it plays like a darker, sadder, tireder, older version of the original film.
Silence subtly subverts the insidious narrative of meaningful misery that’s so ubiquitous in Western (and Christian) culture.