The Goods: Film Reviews
In the 1960s, American International Pictures churned out nearly a dozen movies during the “beach party” fad, and they almost always featured some wealthy, middle-aged businessman trying to scoop up beachfront property for self-enrichment, much to the annoyance of the surfing teens.
One reason the release of every Wes Anderson film is an exciting occurrence is because you can reliably count on him to push his aesthetics or storytelling in some bold new direction.
Tim Robinson is having a moment.
What is the line between body mutilation that entertains or provokes me vs. disgusts me?
There’s a fine line between “soul-crushing slop” and “modestly enjoyable slop.”
Today, I come to discuss a film that features two heartsick loners stuck on opposite ends of a chasm.
Well, what are we to do with this?
I use the term “Sundance-core” pretty frequently here on The Goods, and if you are approximately my demographic, you surely knew these movies well
This is a small story, a jaunty little vignette stretched to feature length.
The woman is grief, but grief is complicated.