Ladiiiiies, if you ever wanted that Benedict Cumberbatch strangulation POV, Wes Anderson has heard and answered your prayers! Wes Anderson is back with another star-studded jaunt through the 1950s fertile crescent and isn't swinging for the fences here, but checks his usual stylistic boxes in what feels like a more refined intention here. We're also playing around with a consideration of death and atheism that spiritually feels new for a Wes Anderson film, rather than exploring legacy as much. It's…

I'm sure there's a way to coax good doc material out of a ritualistically guarded celebrity, but badgering them about creative control is probably not it. This is a heartwarming, extensive, and subsequently heartbreaking doc diving into the artistry of Paul Reubens, with a really aggravating b-plot where Matt Wolf refuses to let Paul share in creative control of his own life story.

If you have a soft spot for Pee-Wee Herman, you'll be eating in this two-parter: it's a…

So glad they could include a heartfelt scene where Gene Simmons, famously all about the music, stands up for his artistic integrity. An agonizing exploration of 70s music through the eyes of a con man idiot record producer who apparently bought airplay for all his acts long enough that they found their fan bases.

This is a feature length 2nd act break where every other line of dialogue is a vapid platitude over Lifetime movie music. It goes on and…

What an unglorified (or over-glorified?), harmful, and self-congratulatory mess from Damien Chazelle. The main idea in this movie is that all the chaos, decadence, waste, egomania, transgression, inefficiencies, and relegation of Hollywood and the filmmaking industry is WORTH IT because of the eMoTiOnAl PoWeR of cInEmAaaa, PLUS he dares to throw in a Cinema Studies student thesis editing exercise of shots from films across the spectrum at the end of three hours of scene-to-scene masturbatory bullshit as if to say…