Knives Out set an impossibly high bar. Glass Onion vaults over it with rhapsodic ease.
The Menu is as delicious as it is vile, as mouthwatering as it is salacious.
The good news is that watching Enola run around Victorian London solving crimes, getting into trouble with Tewksbury, and in general making a fiercely independent feminist nuisance of herself remains a great deal of fun.
Bodies Bodies Bodies is a gnarly, uncouth, and suitably deceitful breath of fresh horror air.
I’ve seen a lot of bad movies in 2022. I have not watched any that made me so angry I wanted to start throwing things at the screen. Until now.
“We are more resilient than we know, especially when we’re faced with life’s greatest obstacles.”
– Olivia Newman
Where the Crawdads Sing is an old-school Southern melodrama told in big, broad brushstrokes. It wears its emotional machinations proudly on its sleeve.
Spiderhead is a great Twilight Zone or Black Mirror scenario, only one that offers up a terrific idea, asks several fascinating questions, and then frustratingly doesn’t know how to reach a satisfying resolution.
Crimes of the Future is a futuristically retro slice of body horror that left me speechless. It is a twisted descent into madness, refusing to coddle its audience or offer up a single happy ending. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.