145/200

In which a movie reveals its emotional core through pretending it doesn't have one, or rather by papering over a heart with static and irony, for us to peel back at our leisure. Tony Scott must have known eventually people would sift through this and find him under the cigarette ash and sunburn and cracked neon. Well I did. And it was worth it. I spent so many years afraid of this movie and it turns out it's actually…

160/200

So I watched Patton Oswalt's new special Annihilation this morning. It's hysterical, of course, the guy's comedy has always made me laugh, but there's something more profound and special about the new one. I saw him perform stand-up last year with my dad, who first showed his stand-up to me, and we saw most of his material about grieving his wife in person, an incredible, terrifyingly raw and intimate experience. I can only imagine watching Zulawski direct Isabelle Adjani…