Baby #2 is finally here!
My son was born yesterday, so you know what that means for my future film logs: fewer theatrical releases, a greater outpouring of kids movies chosen by my daughter (I fucking hate Rio 2 at this point), and a continuous flow of comfort schlock for when my sleep schedule gets all fucky again. Does that really require a “look at me!!!” Paint Drying update? Nah, but given I’ve now resorted to only using the mainstream apps…
Horror movies can be many things. They can be shocking. They can be campy. They can be spooky. They can have cheap scares. They can be “elevated”. They can be downright gross. But, while I love and cherish each one of those things, every now and then there comes a film that reminds you why the genre is actually called horror.
And this one right here rattled me to my fucking core.
Its allegorical themes are nothing new—longing to escape…
Holy shit, talk about slept on. Bug-based creature features will always get me, but this one does so many things better than your average “insect hordes attack” schlock B-movie; great coastal small town vibes, characters that feel grounded and mean, goopy gore and outstandingly dope practical effects, the obvious heroes of the hour being the sheriff, the mayor’s daughter, and the kooky local exterminator (the guy’s rocking a Hawaiian shirt and thick round oversized glasses—you think he’s losing? Try again)—if…
“It says here that you’re allergic to polyester. Why?”
Goddamn, a comedy like this was long overdue. Endlessly quotable. A cast of next/current generation all stars. Oozing heart and proud bravado. Noah Galvin & Ben Platt are magnificent. Jimmy Tatro dancing to a kid singing Post Malone’s “Better Now” has been permanently etched in my brain. Ayo Edebiri only being the fifth best character doesn’t even make logical sense. Molly Gordon’s best work ever, and that’s already a high bar.…
It’s now been 10 films since Endgame. And with each one, my enjoyment, hope, and admiration for the MCU has lessened and lessened. After the war crime that was Quantumania, I was all but ready to fully abandon the franchise that had consumed my life for over a decade. And then, this film came out.
I sat in that fucking theater for two and a half hours. No one cheered, few audibly laughed, and at the end I realized all…
The most redeeming quality of this film is that it’s already locked up the Oscar for Best Editing by nearly making Jonah Hill look good at basketball.
An extremely cringeworthy shot at a topical, edgy comedy that forgets it has to actually be funny instead of solely sanctimonious, You People features Jonah Hill going against type and trying to play the “grounded”, woke, morally upstanding protagonist in what might be his official peak of self-obsession, which is already a high…
