" That's the smell of rock 'n' roll "

When this started going viral and the Milwaukee beer studs from RLM sung its praises I put in on the watchlist as it looked to be a genuine great indie flick for the new decade, but now finally having seen it I'm absolutely shooketh over how rejuvenating and completely radical to the max but heartfelt this viewing experience turned out to be, the punkiest fuck you of a free spirited film…

So I 100% totally get the entirety of this Evangelion thingy that everyone has been gushing about for decades now ; Shinji needs to get in that damn robot when they tell him to but also needs to fork out his very own decisions and stand up for himself, we all are hedgehogs who wanna hug it out but have magnetic invisible fields spiking each other, and then there is the triple ending naturally, the abstract existential one or the…

Sisu sauna steamy rural melancholy that captures a certain farm life living with a stark realist eye, it's bleak and cold as hell both visually and thematically yet simple slivers of ephemeral connection and communial belonging and a chance of a choice for happiness seeps through ever so slightly, the emotions are raw and palpably powerful and the characters all have this cynical gritty survival of the fittest stumble about to them that just gets to be, a very honest…

In this brave flogging and vibranium wing flapping entry for a new Cap everything feels all too styleless and on rails for it to deliver much of any patriotic superhero popcorn fun, the most here you go selection of medium shots and establishment shots steeped in colorless streaming wave aesthetics, tying knots to arguably the two most forgettable and meh consensus films of the MCU project in Incredible Hulk and Eternals without any strong ideas of how to waffle them…

Even on a second viewing it's impossible not to label this as an overwhelming sandy tsunami wave of some of the most jawdroppingly galaxy scaled out wondrous images ever put to a silver screen or any other screen for that matter, yet technical wizardry will only take you so far which is why this Villeneuve "go big or go shai hulud big" masterstroke of a follow up/second chapter becomes such a triumphant sci-fi blockbuster by the end, it marries the…

French extreme goes to Hollywood in this uncompromised absolute behemoth of a beauty means life and death gutsy and offputtingly sexy calamity overload, whether it's the sledgehammer blunt commentary on vanity and aging and sexism and body dismorphia, or the leering bordering on farcical parody shots of Qualleys rear behind, feeling like a satirical wink at how heteronormative coked up masculine desires has forged industries into softcore and hardcore no matter where you at, or just the sheer disturbing and…