You might know Michael Angarano’s face even if you don’t know his name.
Sacramento (2024)

You might know Michael Angarano’s face even if you don’t know his name.
This July, we will mark a century since the Scopes Trial of 1925, aka “The Monkey Trial.”
Rope is a bit of an odd duck in the Alfred Hitchcock canon, both transitional and anomalous.
I’ve been using the term “thriller” a lot recently, perhaps too casually, as if any film that includes at least one jump scare, one chase scene, and a suggestion of threat to the protagonist’s life qualifies.
There’s a fine line between a film with a fluid tone whose unpredictability is charming, and a film whose tonal messiness is movie-ruining.
There is nothing more cringe than being a mid-thirties man who loves John Green.
Steven Soderbergh had himself a proper double feature this spring
There was always a pretty high floor for the 1974 adaptation of Murder on the Orient Express.
The devil comes in many forms, but sometimes he just carries a guitar.
It’s not exactly news that watching a Bill Cosby movie in 2025 is an uneasy proposition.