Flop and Fizzle #19: ONLY LOVERS LEFT ALIVE reinvents Gothic literature for the 21st Century
by Tessa Swehla, Staff Writer
“I mainly blame Shelley and Byron and some of those French assholes he used to hang around with.”
by Tessa Swehla, Staff Writer
“I mainly blame Shelley and Byron and some of those French assholes he used to hang around with.”
by Ashley Jane Davis and Jaime Davis, Staff Writers
Some of our favorite spooky/creepy/scary/terrifying stories are all about women, and let’s just say it - oftentimes complicated women - who find themselves, horrifically, in new and unexpected territories.
Kong: Skull Island
Directed by Jordan Vogt-Roberts (2017)
by Rosalie Kicks, Old Sport
“You are more beautiful than a hot dog and a beer at Wrigley Field on opening day.”
-Hank Marlow, played by John C. Reilly in Kong: Skull Island
When a film opens with a Samuel L. Jackson marketing promo in which he instructs: “trust me you’re going to love my movie," you know the road ahead is going to be bumpy. This guy has been in a lot of movies…a lot of bad movies. The word “trust” doesn’t seem to quite work in this situation.
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Francis Friel, The Projectionist
Tom Hiddleston looks like a big British foot and has the eyes of a serial killer and I therefore can't care about his dumb SKULL ISLAND movie.
He's boring when he's doing gymnastics through a kaleidoscope in HIGH-RISE FULL OF DORKS, he's dumb as a lanky whiny vampire in ONLY DORKS LEFT ALIVE, he's British as that guy with the giant bug costume in THOR: THE DORK WORLD...now he's gonna fight King Kong. Or catch him. Or train him. Or sic him on an island full of skulls. Who cares? Who even CAN care? Not me.
Welcome to this week’s installment of Can’t Care, Moviejawn’s weekly roundup of all the entertainment news we just can’t care about.
Rosalie Kicks!, Old Sport
I am sure it comes as no surprise that your favorite Old Sport CAN’T CARE about the Furious 8 movie. Fast cars, pumped up muscle men, ladies in scraps of fabric: NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. One of my dear friends even tried to convince me that it was just mindless entertainment that has you leaving the theater adrenaline-filled, ready to house an entire pizza and kick over trash cans. Meh.
Read MoreWelcome to this week’s installment of Can’t Care, Moviejawn’s weekly roundup of all the entertainment news we just can’t care about.
Francis Friel, The Projectionist
Hello again and welcome back to Mel Gibson, Hollywood Maverick, Continues To Divebomb Into Cinema Obscurity, A Free-Flowing Adventure of Eternal Recurrence.
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