The Goods: Film Reviews
Every time a Scandinavian director gets praised for making a film “reminiscent of Ingmar Bergman,” I brace myself for two hours of immaculate misery and a big, chilly lesson about how people are flawed and feelings are difficult.
In 2006, Pitchfork published a review of the album Shine On by Jet with a 0.0 score.
Imagine me trying, through sheer force of will like Tim Robinson in I Think You Should Leave, to push this into “Good” territory.
Here is my OFCS Awards nominations ballot for 2025.
I am clenching my jaw trying to resist making the obvious joke about the runtime.
Paul Thomas Anderson showed up in the mid-’90s as a wunderkind and a walking contradiction
I’m always interested when great directors decide to alienate their audience, and I have to believe that’s the game Luca Guadagnino is playing here.
Although it might be my favorite movie of the year, I almost don’t want to review Twinless. I want every viewer to go in with as little knowledge as possible.
Good Boy is a slight but fun idea for a film, the kind of shower brainstorm that rarely makes it to the page, let alone the screen.
In the attention economy, celebrity is both the means and the ends.