A glimmer of light in an otherwise dark year.
Including serialized mediocrity, steel drum soundtracks, and fitness comedians.
Honestly, the real story here is the struggle for individual freedoms in the face of toxic collectivism.
The Toronto International Film Festival – a bastion of high art. High art featuring Michelle Rodriguez’s penis.
On our 100th post, we’re taking a look back at a job… well, done.
Our first joint-review is meandering and formless, unlike this fairly sharp thriller.
Anyone want to bet that if they make a sequel, they’ll name it “The Nice Guys Finish Last”?
This is what happens when you try to take away our freedom.
You can only get so much mileage out of an INSANE FACE MADE OF RUBBER AND SUNSHINE.
I think I’d want to be a sea turtle. Maybe a sloth.