Owner of Atomic Books.
The biggest ask this reworked Freaky Friday horror-comedy has of our suspension of disbelief is not buying Vince Vaughn manifesting a teenage girl (his commitment to bit and physicality for such a gag are perfect for this), it's that we're supposed to accept that Kathryn Newton is a nerdy, bullied, high school dork.
Charming, gory fun whose commitment to a generic epilogue makes the film sag a bit toward the end.
Based on the Cullen Bunn comic (a writer who knows their way around a horror story), I went into The Empty Man expecting very little, and the film exceeds these expectations.
A death cult attempts to harness the powers of a Slenderman-esque tulpa to... well, to... well, I'm not really sure why. But a bum ex-cop sets out to find the missing kid of a friend only for a Jacob's Ladder-type surprise by film's end.
Flashing moments of creepiness. Generally, pretty solid.
Classy documentary about a department store where the 1% shops. The most interesting part was when a business reporter was talking about the economics of retail and how poor people stop buying milk if the price goes up a dime, but if prices go up on elite brands in a store like Bergdorf's, things sometimes sell better. Also, I found Kors' suggestion that a store is only as good as the people who shop there to be quite interesting.
It's odd to think there are more people alive today claiming to love the band The Misfits than there are people who have seen the film from which the band takes its name (especially considering the talent involved).
Built on Arthur Miller's fantastic script, this neo-Western is another dark John Huston masterpiece as a group of, well, misfits - a divorced stripper, a broken down pilot, an old cowboy and a rodeo performer - all come together to drink and…