Restless Tonight -Reviews and Rants

It was a Monday afternoon, the last Monday before The French Dispatch would leave our theatre and, dare I say, leave a dark void in its wake. Work? Sure, I had work, but nothing was going to stop me. Why? Because I fucking love Wes Anderson.  I don't know when my love for Wes Anderson films started exactly. Fantastic Mr. Fox , perhaps? It wasn't my first Anderson experience, but I was too young to fully appreciate the art of his films when I was a kid. Truthfully, if I think about it, Isle of Dogs was when I officially went a little crazy over him. The style, the dialogue, the music, the everything. I could watch these every day. It's a chemical reaction. The French Dispatch , while not the first, nor the last, is the first Anderson film that made me realize why I will see every film he ever pops out: they make me feel like a better person. I feel changed. I feel inspired in ways that I need, and in ways I rarely feel. Maybe that's the depressive in me talking, or mayb

Is the title long enough? No, it can never be long enough. Just be thankful that I didn't include the manga, because I almost did. A few months ago, a friend of mine, who has been slowly amassing an impressive manga collection, lent me  The Way of the Househusband . It didn't blow me away, but it's a cute and quirky slice of life series about a reformed gangbanger (the Immortal Dragon) turned househusband. When I saw that Netflix was releasing an  anime version  of it, I DIED. And when I sat down and started watching it, I died again, because...eh. It felt exactly like the manga...which isn't the worst thing, but when an adaptation offers nothing new, it feels rather pointless. It's a quick five episodes, each parceled into even shorter mini episodes, which is reminiscent of how short the chapters are in the manga. It's not bad, but it didn't feel worth watching when it viewed exactly as it read. And then the YouTube algorithm decided to send me a gift: Hey

Holy shit, I haven't posted since March. Not that it's shocking in any way. Posting is the real anomaly, guys.  But let's not dilly dally.  Godzilla Singular Point duped me. I am deeply offended, and if I could demand a refund, I would.  If you're at all familiar with Godzilla, even just a little, then you pretty much know what this is about: prehistoric monsters breaking out and destroying all the things. It's scary and fascinating, and, above all, it's fun to watch. The monsters are what this show does well, and if they had focused on them more, it would have been a solid series. Unfortunately, Singular Point  drowns itself by obsessively trying to overexplain why the  kaiju  are there, and none of it makes sense to me. The heavy dialogue is exhausting and unnecessary. No one is watching this because we want time and space theories thrown at us at rapid-fire speed. My brain exploded a few times, and I'm still recovering, and, frankly, still salty.  To be

 Fuck this movie. And fuck Stephen King. I shoulda goddamn known he was behind this. The end.

IF YOU ARE NOT CRYING AN ORCHESTRA OF TEARS BY THE END OF THIS, ARE YOU EVEN ALIVE? I binge-watched Wandavision in one day, because that's how I do. Going into it, I wasn't sure what to expect, which is a fair way to go into most new shows, I think. Personally speaking, I'm neutral on the Marvel front. I enjoy a good super hero film, but it's not a genre that I've ever been obsessive about. They're popcorn flicks, and despite pulling some emotional punches, they will forever be kinda fluffy to me. Wanda and Vision were never high on my radar. As characters, I liked them well enough, but if I'm being honest, I...forgot their storyline...? I mean, did most people who tuned into Wandavision the first time remember what the hell happened with them in the movies? I didn't google it, though. While I've been known to occasionally research whatever I'm watching while it's still going, I didn't feel the need with this one. Which would have been

It's been a few weeks since I watched this hump-fest with my mom. I think we can all agree that sex scenes are the longest when you're watching them with your parents. It's as if they just keep going. For hours. With extra nudity. And then more nudity, and more humping, and did they have to include oral, I mean really??  Honestly, I don't have much to say about Bridgerton beyond this. You know what it is. Netflix will let you know in case no one in your life already has, or if the internet has failed you. It's good, better than it has any right to be, and I'm here for it. When season two comes out, I'm going to binge that shit in one sitting, and just pray for less thrusting. The only thing I truly want to gripe about is this: the big reveal at the end. It didn't work for me. At all. I felt a mixture of disappointment and incredulity, because it just didn't gel. Does anyone else feel the same way, or is it generally accepted amongst the crowd? Mayb

It's snowy here on the east coast. Life has been weird and stressful, people are terrible, and I need to decompress. My go-to for whenever I'm feeling worse than usual has never really changed: watching horror movies. Can't stop crying? Horror. Break-up? Horror. Wanting to die? Horror. Need to punch someone in the face but don't want to get arrested? Horror. It never fails me.  Clocking in at just over an hour, Host is an easy choice. As a fan of both shaky cam and pseudo docs, I couldn't say no to this. The premise is unoriginal: friends conducting a séance over the internet, and then watching as one after the other is terrorized on camera. That being said, and I've probably iterated this before, it doesn't have to be thoroughly original to work. I like that Host is using the current pandemic and Zoom craze as the centerpiece for their story. In fact, if you watch the actual attempted séance that the cast and crew did (which should play immediately after