I went to see the much-maligned mega-flop Digger last week. I have been perpetually annoyed by Mr. Iñárritu since at least Birdman, one of the most irritating movies ever made, but I figured — hey, why not?

I’ll reserve judgment on whether the year of our Lord two-thousand twenty-six will, in fact, ever end. But the Earth moves under our feet even when nothing appears movable.

I once dated someone who told me early on that they had been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder (BPD)…

Jane Schoenbrun’s new film is a gonzo exploration of queer sexuality and trash pop culture: Ingmar Bergman by way of Cool Ranch Doritos.

We all know time was different during the Pandemic – slowing down, stretching, fading, a year happening in a day and a day that went on for ages. Or was it two days?

Adrian Chiarella’s Leviticus shows us the horror of being young and gay in an evil small town with extravagant flair.

Hello, folks — Festivus greetings to all our sweeties and babies who have followed this blog and our work for the last 16 years.

I can’t exactly recall when I watched my last movie on VHS, but the cassette tape once defined my childhood. For kids of the 1980s and 1990s, videotapes were currency—expensive objects that you treasured, rewound, and wore out.