Ironically, as Licorice Pizza’s reception started to spin out, what seemed to get lost in the crossfire was its own thematic focus on well-intentioned characters losing control of their narratives.

In this day of blurred lines between gender, sexual orientation, and what those words even mean, the axiom of the “every man” is fading away. Veronica looks at three movies that anticipated this inevitable sea change with varying degrees of male tears.

A creepy carnival clown Hunger Games lead by Malcolm McDowell dressed as Marie Antoinette via Rob Zombie? Sadly, 31 was just a bloody, boring mess.

That's right folks, pretty soon we'll be able to violently murder each other next to some sweet-ass concentric circles, just like our forefathers envisioned. You might scoff, but we've been dreaming of this future for a long time.

La Grande Bouffe is a movie that drags out all of the worst qualities in humanity and society, mixes them with our most base and unpleasant bodily functions, and then wallows in them all like pigs in shit. 

The unusual and slightly questionable Belladonna of Sadness.

Featuring The Hired Hand and Zachariah - fusions of Western and counterculturist values.