Hitchcock has three filmmaking gears: coasting, locked-in, and getting weird.
To Catch a Thief (1955)
Hitchcock has three filmmaking gears: coasting, locked-in, and getting weird.
I have a rule of thumb that Alfred Hitchcock movies must be watched twice to be properly appreciated.
Whenever a franchise hits its tenth entry, you run out of sane entry points for thinking about the film as a total package.
Dan and Brian lean into fall nostalgia by looking at a high school football comedy that stuck with Dan when he was a teen.
You may remember The Bad Guys as DreamWorks Animation’s cross-species stab at introducing kids to heist movie tropes.
In his famous essay “An Introduction to the American Horror Film,” critic Robin Wood defined the genre
When one hears the title Honey, I Blew Up the Kid, the mind naturally wanders to a more macabre and grotesque image than what the film actually offers.
In the spirit of autumnal decay and ren faire dress-up, Brian shares with Dan a formative TV movie, the two-part Merlin starring Sam Neill.
Honey, I Shrunk the Kids is maybe the most VHS-core movie of all time, an early ‘90s family movie night staple.
Them! begins as a ghost story in the desert: a mute little girl ambles down the dusty road in shock, haunted by some frightening sight she can’t even speak of.