There are two kinds of film festivals out there. In one camp there is Cannes, Toronto, Venice, and Berlin. These are largely corporate sponsored galas—competitions even—where the aim is for Hollywood studios or multinational financiers to gain clout and distribution. They give out gold stars like the Palm d’Or and the Golden Bear. It’s not…
A review of the “Spaceman” Los Angeles premiere at the Egyptian Theatre in Hollywood on February 26th.
“We’re All Going to the World’s Fair” is not a horror film; it’s barely even a film in the typical sense.
If it weren’t for a deep dive through angry Twitter threads full of complaints about the subtly disturbing age difference between the protagonists of Licorice Pizza, I wouldn’t have entered the theater with so much hesitation.
Photo of Lori Mattix (Right) and Sable Starr (Left) with Dave Hill of Slade by Michael Ochs Archives from Getty Images After the release of Leaving Neverland and Surviving R. Kelly, the downfall of Burger Records and affiliated bands, and most recently Marilyn Manson getting dropped from his label, it appears sexual abuse is finally…
Harry Nilsson’s 1970 album The Point! has been a kind of security blanket for children since its release, and during quarantine, has played a curiously similar role for my young adult self. It’s a comfortable middle ground between watching a meaningful but emotionally taxing film, and watching an actual children’s show. “Sure, it’s a children’s…