After another look, I’m starting to feel like we’re all going to look back on Joker: Folie à Deux and realize that collectively we got this one wrong.

Night of the Comet: Forty years later, the end of the world remains as satirically prescient as ever. Bitchin’, isn’t it?

Like the promising early days of the internet, Y2K’s only lasting legacy will likely be one smothered in disappointment and missed opportunity.

Queer is an ejaculatory descent into the unfinished humanistic unknown that’s probably unlike anything I’ve ever seen. I have a feeling Burroughs, if he were still around to see the finished film, wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“Don’t let the confines of life and society keep you from being who you are meant to be. Don’t give up. Go for it.”
– Hualālai Chung

Moana 2 is hardly smooth sailing, but it does have its charms. I’ll leave it up to the passage of time to discover how lasting they are, and just how far this sequel can ultimately go.

Venom: The Last Dance is even more gloriously daft than its predecessors were.

Terrifier 3 is more of an audaciously repugnant test of endurance than it is anything else even moderately substantive. Interested parties already know who they are.

The V/H/S series happily shows no sign of slowing down, and V/H/S/Beyond is as thrilling an entry as any that has come before it.