Flashes of wit surrounded by James Coburn’s truly terrible accent work.

Wow.

This one’s been on my watchlist for a while. Had heard good things but wasn’t quite expecting it to look and feel so shockingly modern, immediate, and sophisticated.

Shotgun Stories, meet your new brother Blue Ruin. Please don't kill him.

I'm glad I rode my bike to the theater to see this because the ride home would've been a lot wilder had I driven.

This felt like several kinds of films blended together, like songs on a mixtape. I liked most of the songs (including the actual ones—move over,
soundtrack to Guardians of the Galaxy!), but I'm not yet sure about the album as a whole, if you know what I mean.