The latest episode of Twin Peaks is most remarkable for its numerous arrivals and departures.
We might expect it to end on the performance, as each episode has until now, but Lynch throws us a curveball.
The film relies on a bevy of spectacularly funny clips and a plethora of talking heads, most falling back on plaudits rather than sage insights.
With dubious scruples, and much Broadway-style caterwauling, the film imagines what The Wizard of Oz would look like with a should-have-gone-straight-to-video chimney on her.
Not a big job but glowing with Criterion’s imperial sheen and resplendent sound mix. Maybe the less said the better?
It’s hard to avoid feeling that the film would have worked better with Danko flying solo.
The original version of Little Shop of Horrors is finally allowed to run rampant over expectations and popular discretion, as intended.
A film like Underdog is best defined by its complete lack of distinction.
Veteran. Agitator. Provocateur. Bully. Conspiracy nut. Patriot.
The Wild is too slipshod to even decide on the level of its animals’ anthropomorphism.
Joe Nobody becomes Joe Somebody after he gives it to the man.