Stephen King particularly doesn't like two film adaptations of his books, this and The Shining. Which if you've seen The Shining but you haven't seen Christine, that's probably all you need to be convinced to see it. But you know what I find interesting? King considers The Dead Zone one of the best film adaptations of his work.
Then there are the parallels to consider: Both Christine and The Dead Zone were released in 1983. Both films have their directors…
It can never be said enough: It was a failure of the American society of the 1950s that Charles Laughton was only allowed to direct a single film due to their collective distaste and ignorance of art.
Oh, does that sound too smug and sanctimonious of me? Well it really shouldn't when what we're talking about is The Night of the Hunter. This isn't some abstruse arthouse film, nor a pretentious work by the likes of Godard. This is noir.…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Me, depicted as the chad Gonzo: When Maria blew a huge hole in Verity's head, that was so goddamn satisfying.
You, depicted as the virgin Beaker: Noooooo, Maria was a school bully and Verity was a nerd finally getting her revenge! Revenge of the nerds all the way!
Me: Wait, the '80s movie with the rape? You sure you want to evoke that?
You: No! Don't bait me! I'm saying that we should always root for those who were picked…
Before the text at the end, I too was hoping "Mark" had become an FBI informant trying to entrap and radicalize others—even if everything we learned about "Mark" throughout the short screamed "outcast that was a prime target for being radicalized" (like, if he was white he would have been radicalized as a neo-Nazi; hell, if he was born later in life, he could have become a Black Nazi à la Candace Owens and Kanye / Ye). I'll even proffer…
This shit hits hard if you're a creative, and it hits hard doubly so if you're staring down your mortality.
EDIT: Had to go in the bedroom and cry afterwards. Took an edible, going to eat an impossible burger and probably air fry a shit ton of tater tots, and watch old The Soup episodes on YouTube.
Why is this so cringe? Why is this so poorly executed? Why is it so determined to be the smarmiest appropriation and exploitation of lesbianism? On paper, this should work (well, okay, maybe not completely—as surely it would have worked much better if a lesbian directed it, and a straight man did not co-write it), but I'm sorry, it just doesn't. In the end, it doesn't matter if a Coen brother is involved (instead it feels like Kevin Smith is…
