(This story was originally written January 14th, 2026 and reposted May 30th, 2026) The hardest type of movie to review is one that is Good Enough. Reviewing a bad movie is easy and cathartic for the reviewer. It gives an opportunity for spleen venting and amateur open mic night shenanigans that are inappropriate anywhere else….
“What a day, boys. Marty Supreme.” I had been in Los Angeles for less than fifteen minutes when I overheard a film bro (a rare female film bro) say that to her friends. Up until that point, I could hardly tell I was in L.A.. My girlfriend and I had driven in after dark, taking…
To be a sports fan is to be irrational. It’s not a hobby one can master or improve upon. There’s no way to be a better fan. It means investing no small part of your personal happiness in the skill and execution of others. It means at best a one-in-thirty chance of being happy at…
Originally written August 2nd, 2025 Hulk Hogan died on July 24th, 2025. My first conversation after Hulk Hogan died was with my barber, which feels appropriately throwbacky to a time when Hogan was truly relevant. I don’t know much about my barber as a person, just enough to be confident our politics don’t line up….
As far as thesis statements go, “The world is awful to women at every step” is a fairly direct one. The trick is how to tell that story without being drowned out in a chorus of “not all men” and “well, actually” while also not belaboring the point of losing an audience’s interest with a…
To critique the critics for a moment: People who watch movies professionally are so starved for original content that even the most mediocre films will benefit from grade inflation. This is how vanity picture The Nice Guys is 92% fresh despite being derivative of the auteur’s own work to the point where a comparison to…
It’s impossible to view Iron Fist in any other context but the Defenders. Danny Rand is the final piece of the quartet and there should have been a lot of interest in making him as different as possible from the other three. Because they are pretty indistinguishable thus far. First, we have Daredevil, the brooding…
Scene: A zombie apocalypse. A group of survivors is gathered in a wooded area. The leader is inspecting the new recruits. “What can you do?” “I can hotwire cars.” “Welcome aboard. How ’bout you?” “I can skin game.” “Nice. What about you, chubs?” “Suck dick. All. Day.” Look, there are two major problems with the…
There’s a new trend in TV that I can’t help but notice: menacing characters eating apples with knives. It’s become the Honda Fit of TV tropes, in that once you see one, you see a dozen and inevitably one of them is that god awful burnt orange color that no one ever wants but someone always…
Colleges use mascots and other anthropomorphic namesakes for many reasons: To identify alumni, to sell merchandise, to sound tough. And oftentimes, this works (Nothing is tougher than the wildcat or its regional variations!) But sometimes, digging a little too deep or thinking a little too critically about a college sports team’s name can be skin…