A page sits, half-scrawled with ink; the slight silence plays host to a haiku.

When you use words like “elegant”, “exquisite”, and “sumptuous” to describe something, there comes an unavoidable sense of pretension that clouds all else. When you use them to describe Phantom …

There’s something so captivating in David Byrne’s anxieties. You can find it in much of the former Talking Heads frontman’s work, teetering on the edge of shrieking paranoia. And so …

It’s a curious thing for a film to feel as if it’s been handled with stylistic competence and boast utterly exquisite mise-en-scène – and yet fail to amount to much of anything. …

With the advent of streaming services, the Academy’s reliance on cinema-screenings for awards qualification faces a crisis of legitimacy. It’s a bizarre kind of crisis: not so much a new …

There’s a dryness to the musical biopic.  They’ll noodle through the same beats: childhood, fame, decline, and were they actually a bastard?  You can see the results of this approach everywhere, …

Tommy Wiseau makes strange movies. Let me rephrase. Tommy Wiseau directs strange movies. What’s the difference? It’s a question that The Disaster Artist sets out to answer. “Based on” the making of The Room …