Where the company has become an auteur-like entity synonymous with good, cheap thrills, The Keeping Hours just isn’t scary enough to live up to Blumhouse’s horror brand.
Queerly Ever After is a bi-monthly column where I take a look at LGBT+ films…
Certainly an ode to Jay Maisel’s life and career, Jay Myself is a celebration, remembering the life and work he created in The Bank.
Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark is an above average horror with inventive and fun monsters, but not enough character development.
In the long awaited new mob film by Martin Scorsese, a mob hitman recalls his possible involvement with the slaying of a man.
While absolutely absurd, See You Soon is as sweet, fluffy and bad for your brain as cotton candy – and yet it’s also weirdly enjoyable for all of those reasons.
So while we did get some leads on our ongoing plot threads, The Boys continues to wallow in its worst tendencies.
The Peanut Butter Falcon is more interested in getting you to like it than in having much to say, and you know what, that’s okay.
Blue Note Records: Beyond the Notes is eager to encompass all of what makes Blue Note so special while offering the barest amount of context to bring in the uninitiated.
Ode to Joy doesn’t really work as either an efficient comedy or drama (or even a bit of both), with the familiar beats and tropes lacking in any real thought.
In our first recap from this year’s MIFF 2019, we look at the films The Invisible Life of Eurídice Gusmão, Koko-di Koko-da and Tommaso!
Alex Lines spoke to Tory Kittles, star of S Craig Zahler’s controversial Dragged Across Concrete, ahead of its Australian release.
Surrealist comedy Nothing Really Matters involves nightmarish imagery and brimming uncertainty that makes you think of a David Lynch movie.