How can a movie that hinges on a horse fucking a guy to death be so…boringly conventional?
What Jexi could’ve been:
Yesterday, whilst discussing delightmares, I posited (in regards to Steven Knight, but the sentiment applies to many of my faves) that artists adventurous enough to swing for the fences will inevitably whiff a few at-bats.
Has a movie ever adapted a Great Work of Literature by satirizing the conventions of Great Works of Literature, and their #OscarBaity translations?
Not much shines in the world of The Golden Glove, and its characters — the dregs of society — find little glove-like protection from what ails them.
Downton Abbey is typical period-piece porn, with two atypical exceptions of note:
Has Elizabeth Banks ever been cast in a role that allowed her to utilize the full range of her skills?
Art always responds, deliberately or subconsciously, to the climate in which it’s created.