Give his film This Must Be The Place a watch, and then see what you think. It was oddly compelling, and I feel this show could be similar — although Catholicism is less interesting to me than The Cure, perhaps less relevant too.

#alllovestoriesmatter

You sure are a prickly customer. I never said I was mystified or that I don't like the guy. I just meant to say that there is a breadth of popular culture that flies under my radar because it does not seem relevant to me personally like Serial, vaporwave music, or video game speedrunning. This also includes Sufjan…

And yet I managed to make a comment without calling anyone an asshole.

FWIW I thought Pretty Thing was a much more effective and cohesive film than Blackcoat's Daughter.

I read the Business section of the Times but I don't really like it.

In that case the film would have been called "YASSSS".

Hate is a strong word, broseph. I think each of us have a certain stretch of cultural content that evades our concern because it just doesn't seem crucial or relevant enough, yet somehow sustains widespread popularity. Stevens typifies that for me, personally.

This guy is the epitome of pop culture that I will never bother to check out and I'm okay with that.

Yes, that's my point, neither of them sound accurate to native speakers.

Sure, it sounds "American" like most Americans doing their best cockney accent sounds British (think Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins). It's a nonspecific speech mode that sounds really exaggerated to most in the US, although not entirely inaccurate.

I'll have to go back and see it a second time in 3D. Definitely an average Marvel movie, but the visuals really are incredible — saying it's like Inception doesn't even come close to how trippy it is.

He's doing that thing Brits do when they want to sound American, hit the R phonemes really hard, enough that vowels start turning into Rs.

Asking the important questions…

I have difficulty consuming prank call artists because I can't help identifying with the poor saps are earnestly trying to make dinner reservations or whatever. I feel like it's inherently cruel, and it makes me cringe more than I find pleasant or tolerable.

I think it's more noteworthy for being a different sort of role for Wilson. Interesting, but not a standout film.

The look of the film is totally to its benefit — it achieves a grimy versimillitude not unlike Cassavetes' films. It feels documentary-esque at times, which is disarming. That Michael Rocker is the delivery vehicle for this particular performance feels like fate.

Yeah, the American bad guy is a cartoonish racist mass murderer (whom we assume has killed before), and the migrants aren't even characters. Except for Bernal, who carries a (seriously, movie?) raggedy old teddy bear a child gave him. So we know that he's good, or something.

There's no jump scares, it's a pretty straightforward thriller in the desert.

Technically all depression is postpartum, right?