This really feels like the groundwork for what we’d get in We’re All Going to the World’s Fair, i.e. a meditation on the lengths we’ll go to in order to connect with one another (like setting our hand on fire or destroying our beloved stuffed lemur), as well as the way we recoil from connections when they become too close. This condition is what makes the internet so ideal for many of us; I prefer to be on my own,…

Thought about seeing Megalopolis, but just going to say this outright: the Wachowskis make better movies than Coppola (imo, anyway—not tryna fight anyone). The Cuba cake being sliced up while they dole out territories in The Godfather Part II is cinema and whatever, but it doesn't make Michael cum.

Still not entirely sure why they're doing the things they're doing, but gd the way they're doing them rocks. The freeway chase remains one of the best action set-pieces of all…

I was prepared to come on here and call this overrated, irritating bullshit despite my propensity to like most things, and while I still feel director Gallo's bug eyes all over teenage Ricci are gross (though thank christ he didn't go full Brown Bunny), the work apparent in hindsight—to help us see why Billy's such a huge piece of shit, and ultimately empathize with him—make that ending so fucking nice, relatively speaking. Coupled with the obvious craft (lovveee the pseudo…

The paranormal Zaktivity documented here includes:

- Flaunting that Travel Channel money.

- Wearing all-black outfits, including Ray-Bans in dimly-lit basements.

- Graduating from verbally abusing the crew to straight up throttling them.

- Undermining the believability of "real" footage by positioning it alongside dramatic reenactments, some of which seemingly feature the same people.

- Insisting that what is almost assuredly a hand accidentally creeping into the shot is most definitely not a hand, but rather a demonic manifestation.

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