Death to All Superheroes
Batman is a fascist. Superman is dead. I'm bored.
Batman is a fascist. Superman is dead. I'm bored.
Richard Linklater’s Everybody Wants Some!! assumes we'd all like to return to the days when the boys ruled campus.
The new Ghostbusters isn’t a feminist triumph. It’s just a bad movie.
Grading a century of liberal film presidents.
What we liked about Carrie Fisher was that she seemed inclined to tell the truth, and almost nobody does that, certainly not Hollywood stars.

The October Revolution unleashed cinematic brilliance that even decades of political censorship couldn’t extinguish.
Meryl Streep’s speechifying at the Golden Globes was the worst thing to happen since Trump’s election.
A new translation of the 1970s horror novel The Twenty Days in Turin is an eerily resonant read today.

John Adams and Peter Sellars’s Girls of the Golden West is bland, poorly staged liberalism.

Sofia Coppola’s new film gets rid of everything that made the original interesting.

Christopher Nolan’s Dunkirk is short, action-packed, and not as bad as it could have been!

George Romero’s Night of the Living Dead showed a new society devouring the old.

Fred Rogers was a wonderful human being who tried to use his influence for good. I just couldn't stand his show.

Boots Riley's Sorry to Bother You captures the crude madness that we live in every day under capitalism.

BlacKKKlansman is a messy, unfocused film. But it's also one of Spike Lee's best.

Disney-Pixar vs. Laika

The new Halloween is a serviceable remake of a truly great horror film.

How the housing crash got us believing in ghosts again.

Despite generations of imperial murder, torture, rape, and plunder, the British ruling class still gets the brown-nose treatment in historical depictions. Not so in The Favourite, where the royals are shown as the disgusting creatures they were and still are.

In If Beale Street Could Talk, the ugliness of oppression and persecution stand in tense contrast with Barry Jenkins' lush, color-drenched cinematography.