All My Friends Hate Me feels like Shiva Baby meets The Invitation, continuing the newly burgeoning (and extremely specific) sub-genre that is the social anxiety horror comedy. It takes conventions of both genres to immaculately capture the feeling of social anxiety, yet also manages to cleverly skewer the very people who will find it so relatable. It’s a tight rope of a tonal balance that the film pulls of brilliantly.
All My Friends Hate Me is a uniquely internal mystery.…
The 355 isn't actively bad so much as it is exceedingly mediocre. The film offers almost nothing that stands out as fresh or uniquely compelling, piling genre trope on top of genre trope to ultimately deliver a cavalcade of familiarity.
Even as an empty exercise in watching gorgeous, talented women in exotic locations kicking ass in stunning outfits, The 355 is a victim of its conventionality. The globetrotting thrill of other spy movies is diminished by the fact that you've…
I watched Mank the day of its release, and was so disappointed and in denial that it's taken me weeks to review the film. Mank's fatal flaw is repeatedly failing to communicate why I, as an audience member, should care. Why I should care about Herman Mankiewicz, why I should care about his writing process, why I should care about his marriage, why I should care about 1940's Los Angeles politics, etc. Mank’s self-destructive gambling and drinking don’t weigh on…
There was a brief period during which Christopher Nolan was my favourite working director. Coming off of The Dark Knight and Inception, Chris and his writing partner Jonathan Nolan had just made two of my top 25 favourite films of all time. Since separating from his brother, I've enjoyed Nolan's films less with each entry. Tenet is no exception.
Nobody likes when a movie holds their hand. We like to feel like we're doing a bit of the work when…
