When Brian Wilson died last week, a couple of film fans I know turned to Love & Mercy, the biopic about the legendary musician.
Beach Party (1963)

When Brian Wilson died last week, a couple of film fans I know turned to Love & Mercy, the biopic about the legendary musician.
They call it the white whale, the Holy Grail of lost films.
Of course it was the Investors. It had to be.
Imagine my surprise when I watched this Korean monster film from 2006 and discovered that it is, in fact, a film about COVID.
I am exactly the demographic and disposition that Derrick Comedy, the late 2000s Internet sketch comedy group, was built for.
A thought that I’ve had more than once while watching and rewatching Gangs of London’s third season is that this series would have been better served if it had been conceived as an anthology show from day one.
It is a hallowed tradition for the second movie in a slasher series to extend or repeat the original with more polish, more creative mutilation, more murders, more nudity, and more all-around fun.
What is the line between body mutilation that entertains or provokes me vs. disgusts me?
A couple of months ago, I visited Disney World in Orlando.
There’s a fine line between “soul-crushing slop” and “modestly enjoyable slop.”