Some miscellaneous thoughts to justify starting the year off mostly just playing video games.
The blackest sheep of The Strokes’ discography turns 10.
God, it was worth the six year wait.
Daft punks, street gangs, amateur spies, and hot messes.
Brian Fogel’s latest documentary is a fantastic and vital piece of journalism, albeit one whose potency is dulled slightly by questionable presentation decisions.
Charlène Favier’s debut feature is a perpetually unsettling and solidly-crafted abuse drama with a great central performance.
Sia’s appalling vanity project is ableist, racist, inept garbage.
Sociopaths, narcissists, alcoholics, and the lead singer of The All-American Rejects “acting.”
Chris Baio’s third solo album is just fine even though it seems like the individual ingredients should add up to a more interesting record.
The original Park Chan-wook breakthrough, whilst a touch ropier than the masterworks he would later create, gets a deserving remaster courtesy of Arrow Video.