• Saltburn



    This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

    Murder on the Dancefloor!

  • The Marvels

    The Marvels


    The puss ate.
    Even for mid standards, 'The Marvels' is perfectly fine popcorn entertainment. Never reaching what Marvel once was nor plunging into the deep end (at least in my opinion). Clearly a film that was done to death in the editing room. Under two hours, cgi bodies, and a cluster of unremarkable jokes. That being said, its three leading ladies and a ton of pussy help it from going anywhere but the middle.

  • Next Goal Wins

    Next Goal Wins


    I'd take screaming goats any day.

  • Napoleon



    The accents were on point in that they quite literally didn't even try.

  • Priscilla



    The gaze is strong with this one.

  • Rustin



    I am surprised and if not a little shocked that I found this to be bland and so uninspired. Elevated by a performance that never quite reached the immense praise that was given. I hope this doesn't go anywhere this awards season. Which is unfortunate because this story and its larger-than-life public figure should be given better treatment, and have a chance to rise to the occasion. But I left the Netflix home screen feeling absolutely nothing.

  • Best. Christmas. Ever!

    Best. Christmas. Ever!

    I'm open to suggestions for how I should end my life.

  • Leo



    Elementary kids are just built like that.

  • Love Is in the Air

    Love Is in the Air

    I'm (not) thankful for, Netflix releasing another bad movie.

  • Pain Hustlers

    Pain Hustlers


    To put it blunt-ly, Emily Blunt.

  • Thanksgiving



    The year of the F-word(s).

  • The Holdovers

    The Holdovers


    Sad eyes all over this movie.