Egoyan possesses a poetic language for the repressed sensuous atmosphere, never spoken but always lingering, and the ghosts hidden so deeply in their psychological baggage that only the rude awakening of a single event will unpack it. He's a filmmaker who understands being a film goer, knows what the audience is anticipating considering envisioning to the extent he rarely uses words to convey them, letting the haunting quality of his cosmos speak for itself. An alternate reality where the graciously…

I don’t mess with giallo too often and I am definitely guilty of flippantly disregarding them because of this, or have some weird vendetta against anyone who glorifies those aesthetics. Blood and Black Lace is beyond that biased criticism, existing as the godfather of pulp novels put to film and neon-soaked dread, what's not to love? The infamous black gloves, whodunnit mystery, romantic fashion careers, mannequins, and mansions.

It is the movie that started it all and maybe in that…

I know we've sured the sanctimonious twee of Wes Anderson and despite the theater filled to the brim, anyone I asked about seeing this seemed burdened by the idea of caring about it. Does Wes Anderson have any presence in 2025?

Unlike most of the independent and quirky films I've seen in the past year (like Mickey 17, and did you see the Ari Aster teaser trailer?), Wes Anderson hints at something that feels like it's commenting on 2025, but…

The maestro of unpacking the depths of grief and creating immense emotional inner worlds for their web of characters. Atom Egoyan reflects on, without as many unraveling puzzles or delayed revelations, trauma and the implications of portraying them. Unlike his other films, there are no mysteries. There's only the truth. Uncomfortable confrontation with our emotions and our pasts. Everyone is motivated by their hangups. Like Birdman, it's that wild mirror reflecting life through the stage. Love that.

Unfortunately, modernity is…

A Proto-Little Miss Sunshine: unseen micro-budget family van ride story. Everyone’s idiosyncrasies and flaws comedically on display, subtle holiday feel goods of Seinfeld relatability.

Highlight is Liev Schrieber playing “smartest guy in the room” writer-type who loves indulging about his Kafkaesque novel and aristocracy. Parker Posey plays mostly blasé cool Posey (I’m not complaining) who chain smokes and has a weakness for said intellectual writer types (raises hand), and Hope Davis as adorable older sister tracking down her husband in…

I really love this movie, and not for the obvious reason, so here’s a little female perspective for you chuds.

Whaley is so incredibly charming as doofy outcast, never over-fixated with Josie, but relatable self-involved idiosyncratic Jim. Right on the cusp of the “mall movie” aka Clueless, Mallrats, etc. quirky shenanigans in the only place young people can convene after high school and before twenty-one. Includes intense flashbacks to the time I worked at PetSmart for the summer, not really…