Yup, although I somewhat enjoyed it, it felt like a Joe Dante movie staged for the camera like an Afterschool Special.

And to be fair it’s kind of a weird teaser, so I understand the response to it. Or maybe the guy in the greys is right, it’s not legit. At any rate, I like Sean Baker’s movies.

This feels very much like Sean Baker’s wheelhouse, a bittersweet and humane look at life in America’s fringes. Two of his earlier films The Florida Project and Red Rocket are both worth a watch (I really liked Tangerine as well, but it’s a little less structured and not the best gateway to his work). Baker’s win and…

Six seasons and a maybe.

Great minds, etc.

https://www.theonion.com/william-safire-orders-two-whoppers-junior-1819565735

Howard Shore (Lighthouse, The Saturday Night Live Band) - The Lord of the Rings Trilogy
Vangelis (Aphrodite’s Child, solo musician) - Blade Runner
Cliff Martinez (Red Hot Chili Peppers, Captain Beefheart) - Drive or any number of Steven Soderbergh scores

More a composite sketch of a narrowly-defined subset.

Ooh, is the premise about how a writer of longer-form movie and TV criticism and cultural commentary gets beaten down year after year under capricious company ownership until they’re finally laid off after refusing to move cross-country to maintain their employment, and how they subsequently eke out a living via…

Flying into the cosmic night. RIP.

He did the other thing.

If I got Karl Wallinger’s first name mixed up with Karl Wallenda’s, we wouldn’t even be here now! Just like Karl Wallinger’s obit! Karl Wallinger, of The Waterboys and World Party and The Flying Wallingers fame! Shit, wait.

Fuck, “Karl,” not “Kurt.” I mentally transposed “Karl Wallinger” and “Kurt Waldheim,” which really, nobody in arguable possession of their faculties should be doing.

Or Kurt Wallinger? Or Terence Davies? Or, hell, even Deadspin? (Well, at least I know the answer to that one, but still.)

It should have gone to Trumbull, Con Pederson, Wally Veevers, and Tom Howard (as supervisors of a mainly uncredited team, per convention of the day), but this too raises an interesting point: who we choose to honour with even a nomination puts them into a historical record. As Trumbull became the closest to a “name”…

Pretty much sounds like we’re in agreement then.

So, in other words, you’re giving an additional argument as to why no one who visits the A.V. Club should expect some sort of a journalistic standard to take precedence.

Maybe float a rumour that Distant Voices, Still Lives is going to be remade as a $250 million Disney+ series and see if they bite.

As someone who was alive and cognizant of the world around him in 1996, I distinctly remember a chief criticism of Mission: Impossible was that it was OVERplotted for a summer spy adventure movie. But, you know, thank god Kevin Feige was able to wrest storytelling away from peddlers of “mindless junk” such as David…

Thankth, Tham Barthanti!