James Gray takes the vacuum of space–including your lofty and high-minded expectations of space movies–and plugs it all up with self-help books about learning to love yourself. Cue Whitney Houston!

At it’s heart, Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer is a commentary on both the mutability of morality and the culpability of voyeurism. Or it’s a weirdly dark comedy, depends on how twisted your soul is.

A naked, greased-up elderly man who strangles people, eats their eyes and then scrubs off in a carwash. After watching The Greasy Strangler (2016), Veronica is not sure of anything anymore.

Jim Jarmusch seems downright mad about our collective complacency and emotional compartmentalization towards the world. He’s hoping that if he dresses it up real nice in a fun, mainstream package, maybe you’ll get mad too.

Ishtar’s reputation stinks. But do you know what stinks even more? The men that undermined director Elaine May at every opportunity throughout the production, shooting, editing and promotion of the film.

Resourceful, talented, intelligent, strong and super cute, Taraji P Henson makes you believe the American Dream is actually achievable. Around the Way Girl: A Memoir: Taraji P. Henson is full of interesting anecdotes about working in and breaking through a system that’s working against you.

“All day I face the barren waste / Without the taste of water, cool water
Old Dan and I with throats burned dry / And souls that cry for water, cool, clear, water.”

We tend to think of Fascism as everyone “agreeing” to the same ideals, but those boundaries are rarely ever publicly decided. Instead of a commentary on what fascism does, Salo presents what it allows for.

Burt Reynolds will be remembered for being gorgeous, funny, and a great actor. But I’m here to make sure people know that he was also a sensitive, sweet and easily shocked mama’s boy from the South.

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.

Myra Breckinridge is indeed a failure of an adaptation, yet I suspect the intensity of the vitriol towards this film is about something beyond just the admittedly poor direction; most likely it has more to do with the unconscious biases Vidal set out to skewer to begin with.

The charges against Martyrs range from misogyny, to torture porn, to support for getting what you want by any means necessary. It’s an unsettling and rightfully polarizing film, but I'd like to take a closer look at what exactly it is saying, and how many (if any) of these claims have validity.

The Coca-Cola Kid was largely forgotten by time for a multitude of reasons. But it's Jenna’s suspicion that the movie got such a mixed reception due to the fact that, while we'll rarely admit it, subconsciously we all kinda love our advertising overlords.

We’re killing Capitalism before it kills us with a double feature of Thoroughbreds and Cheap Thrills, both of which skewer, roast, and serve up the worst parts of capitalism on a metal spike.

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. 

Alex Garland's Annihilation is engaging and creepy, yet a little more on the horror-concept side than truly enlightening sci-fi to me. TL;DR I came for Stalker but I got reverse Solaris. 

With graphic violence, rape, drugs, pedophilia and necrophilia, Veronica watched A Serbian Film so you don't have to. But maybe you actually should.

My Friend Dahmer emphasizes how the culture of cruelty and selfishness in high school can aid in masking real warning signs. But to forgive or not to forgive is another question entirely.

An engaging documentary about a woman who went from vaudeville, to radio, to variety shows, to Broadway, to television, to game shows, to stage shows, to voice overs and still is looking for more work in her ninties.

Do androids dream of family dogs?