TL;DR: moving to calliepetch.com on Friday, site’s gonna be weird for up to a month whilst I fix everything.
Demons, dragons, witches, and wolves.
Lizards, Logans, lovers, and losers.
“We’re competent adults” is not a substantive electoral strategy.
In a sea of similar UK art-punk outfits, Squid’s debut makes its impact via cohesive unpredictability and greater hooks than its contemporaries.
Flicks, fists, guns, and guitars.
Racism, homophobia, men getting raped by animals, and Ed Wood.
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.