In case there was ever any doubt that the movie with a “Weapon Designer” card before the title wasn’t the hardest shit ever.

Constantly making goo-goo eyes at the blend of analog optical effects and primitive CG. And uh, nothing else I swear.

We saw you across the bar and hated your vibe

Solid diversion if a little too convinced of its own cleverness. I may be personally allergic to these kinds of smirking overly enunciated performances. Spies? Sorry I just see theatre kids. Actually no that totally tracks.

Inspired lunacy in fits and starts but goes to show how delicate the ZAZ formula can be. Ambles along without much momentum, and I've never seen a comedy make space for so many sight gags that I, an advanced level sight gag appreciator couldn’t even parse.

Regardless, skeet shooting Beach Boys was life changing. You can hear David Lynch furiously taking notes in the Swedish bookstore. Viva Val!

No greater testament to the power of Powell. And Adria Arjona, woah, hi.

This movie is goddman mess and nobody but me even noticed. A charming mess sure, but kind of astonishingly sloppy on all fronts. True gas-leak logic ending. Got me uncomfortably hot and bothered on a packed airplane (value neutral)

John Early can do no wrong. Theda Hammel's pucker-sour tonal cocktail is genuinely kind of miraculous and her self-immolation-self-insert performance is exactly the kind of messy trans nightmare bestie sorely missing from our screens. I know why nobody else is writing characters like this, abandon hope all who attempt. But what a dull life it is without them.

Q&A premiere. Director Eugene Kotlyarenko when asked what it was like working with Dasha

"Oh sure, well, you know Dasha? It's like that"

And he's not wrong. She's such a damn charmer in this thing, I almost forgot she's uh, evil? Kotlyarenko is one of the only filmmakers determined to take screenmaxxing not as a threat, nor a challege, but a mission statement and storytelling multitool. For all the noise and chaos and Dylan Brady "Pink Panther bludgeoned to death by a Cocomelon" soundtracked nonsense The Code heaps upon unsuspecting audiences, there remains an astonishing clarity and honesty to the uniquely contemporary relationship at its core.

I wish Thelma was my grandma (no disrespect to my other grandmas, you're chill I just think a third, like, extra cool grandma would give me a tactical advantage, like people would go oh don't mess with that guy, he's the three grandma guy, yk)

Feature length letsplay.

But it is a good one, I think. I don’t know, I don’t really like letsplays. Cute in parts, neat ideas, pacing nonexistent. Car Boys if the Car Boys were classically trained instead of funny.

Sammy Fableman out of his element frrr

Mostly very watchable. Cast is game, looks a treat, dug the ticking clock thriller of it all. In fact, fuck it, I LIKED IT. BUT do I buy it? Nope. Doesn’t remotely convey the importance of SNL in anything but pompous art-school word-salad . The words come out of Lorne’s mouth, but is this Lorne or Reitman speaking? We’ll never know.

Most crucially, not funny??? Tough spot.

Sick of MYSELF for not watching this sooner. Made for me. Evil comedies forever.

Probably pretty cool for everyone in Sun Ra’s jazz scientology cult. Hey I know that guy!! That’s the guy from my jazz scientology cult!!

For everyone else? Yeahh, don’t quit your day job Sun Ra. Better stick to something you’re good at, like jazz scientology.