We have come to an end once again, and bleak does not even describe the season finale as my best friend told me when she watched it…in one word she summed up the finale as: desolate and she was not kidding. What a heartbreaking hour, but yet it was so beautifully done…so here we go one last time until next year.
There’s a moment in the musical Wicked where Elphaba looks around and wonders if the encounter she had with Madam Morrible really just happened but it seemed so strange. I, too, found myself wondering if that really just happened, but rather than wondering if I had a talent that could help me meet a wizard, I was amazed that once again Channing Tatum and company managed to make Magic Mike XXL, a wholly enjoyable film about lovable strippers that rises above expectations.
Well we have officially past the halfway point of the year! It’s been a interesting year in the movie business and these awards reflect that.
With the newest announcement of Tom Holland as Spider-man and an article for The Atlantic, Spagettit and I debate whether the British have actually taken over, the pros and cons of acting training, and give you a brief detour to Colton Haynes.
Vanessa and Evelyn finally face off and prepare for battle, Sir Malcolm is going mad, Caliban gets himself into some trouble…while Lily and Dorian have some fun, and it’s another full moon so you know this doesn’t bode well for a certain someone.
Last year I remarked that watching Foxcatcher was like having your spirit in a vice grip. I was unsure a movie could top the oppressive nature of that film, but then along came The Tribe, a beautifully rendered film, which proves to be just as corrosive to the soul. Unlike that previous film, this movie beckons you to join its sadistic pleasures, from its alluring long takes to the fact that there are no subtitles for the sign language. Try though you might, you can’t but help lean into the film, even as the sheer bleakness provides no recourse.