Essays

There’s one major reason why none of that matters, and I promise I eventually get to it at some point during my rambling, nonsensical rant.

Remember all of those database and wacky 404 errors you got yesterday while trying to visit the site? They weren’t an early April Fool’s Joke. But it does make you wonder what we’ll pull for Wednesday huh?

Is there anything more worth celebrating than B-movies of the 1950s? The aliens, the UFOs on strings, the rubber-suited monsters. There’s nothing else like it in cinema, and the genre is back in the spotlight with this week’s releases.

Something twisted up Variety’s panties, because not one, not two, but three articles about how shitty blogs are popped up on Sunday. Are they worth reading? Maybe. Are they worth responding to? Of course.

SXSW gave us the double-edged sword of joy through the heart known as Metropolis with the addition of a live performance of an all-new original score for the film. Plus, we drank beer during it. Only in Austin.

Amy Adams and Emily Blunt star as two loser sisters who pull it together by cleaning up other people’s suicides.

With breathtaking visuals and a fantastic fairy tale story, Ink is an film that deserves to be celebrated.

To this day, 12 Angry Men somehow hasn’t saturated some movie audiences, which is why I feel it’s an important movie to feature here (in a column usually devoted to lesser-known classics).

In 1986, “Watchmen” was published as a limited series comic book. Twenty-three years later, it’s finally being released as a film. Here’s a look at what it took to get here.