A surprisingly tense thriller about two guys who pick up a hitch-hiker only to quickly discover he’s actually a serial killer, that is considered the only “classic” film noir directed by a woman.
A truly nuts lost 70s sci-fi(?)/horror(?) classic(?) involving an evil tween, her pet falcon that pecks out people’s eyes, people in wheelchairs getting thrown through large aquariums, dramatic games of Pong, and John Huston slowly walking down the world’s tallest escalator. I love it so much.
Disney’s early foray into “high culture” is probably weirder to than you remember and also includes a satisfying amount of dinosaur-on-dinosaur violence.
One of the screwiest of all screwball comedies not only has plenty of jokes , but skewered the vacuity of the upper classes in a way that still resonates today.
As Clint Eastwood’s latest film is released in theaters and on streaming, we revisit another 45 year old Western in which he directed and starred.
A documentary featuring the voices of Black gay men, which in 1989 was enough almost to turn Washington upside down.
Perhaps the best of the Steven Spielberg popcorn movies, with dinosaur effects that incredibly still hold up 28 years later.
An early independent film about a “born loser” woman who “doesn’t know why she exists.” So that’s fun.
A very accurate, well-made docudrama about an actual space emergency, it all feels a bit airless to me (sorry).
A very well-made, enjoyable western with John Wayne as a stoic small-town sheriff and Dean Martin as his alcoholic deputy.