• Sorry to Bother You

    Sorry to Bother You


    A tremendous unsubtle assault on capitalism and other socio-economic grievances in a dystopian fever dream which feels as eclectic as it does refreshing. I’d be hard pressed to find a film from these past few years which exudes the type of energy that this does. Hilarious and bizarre in equal measure with a third act that made me choke. Must have been all of that equisapien peen.

  • Zack Snyder's Justice League

    Zack Snyder's Justice League


    Defibrillating this treasured franchise which was long my favourite during my adolescence after the sheer incompetence of Whedon’s soulless rendition of this Justice League film seemed like an impossibly seismic task even minutes before I finally hit the play button. Yet Justice was finally served. Infinitely superior to the prior version which remains the most boring and most excruciatingly drab theatre experience I’ve ever had, it fills me with sheer joy that expressing any semblance of optimism for what this…

  • Murder Among the Mormons

    Murder Among the Mormons


    I have to hand it to Netflix. A lot of these documentary series they commission are almost always compelling. Sometimes reality can truly be crazier than fiction and it’s no different here. A decent little three part thriller which examines a high profile case of forgery which is wrought with murder, deception and corruption where a man, who for a while, attempted to crumble the very foundations of the Mormon Church.

  • Personal Shopper

    Personal Shopper


    These desolate hallways and shadows lay penance to the manifestations and expressions of her grief. There isn’t any escaping the void left by a tragedy until one ultimately makes peace with themselves by moving on. The attempts to find closure seem to be an arduous task on both her soul as well as her mind and the film conveys the unnerving ambiguity of séance in quite a fresh way. This film is full of genre subversions which never for a…

  • Judas and the Black Messiah

    Judas and the Black Messiah


    That inevitability was dreary from the opening minute. My only hope was that this film would get us that point only after allowing us to acknowledge the actuality of who Fred Hampton truly was. Something that’s almost a huge ask considering Hollywood, especially recently, has a history of sanitising the politics of guys like Fred much like that trashcan Sorkin did with his depiction of the subjects portrayed in last years Chicago 7 film.

    And this didn’t really disappoint although…

  • Blade II

    Blade II


    The world building in this film builds on the vampiric decrepitude of it’s predecessor pretty effortlessly. I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t completely enveloped into this world where Vampires seem to exist solely for the purpose of raving in European nightclubs in between feasting on human flesh. This is such a worthy sequel. 

    The antagonists are now the reapers. A highly unstable evolution or experiment-gone-wrong of the common vampire and they’re led by arguably one of the…

  • One Night in Miami...

    One Night in Miami...


    I read the autobiography of Malcolm X back when I was a teenager and ever since then there’s not many books that I’ve read that have come close to impacting me the way in which it did. It’s also the reason why the portrayal of Malcolm in this worn down and vulnerable state resonated with me so much. In his autobiography it’s clear that Malcolm knew his end was coming. That tragedy would befall him at any passing minute and…

  • Blade



    Hard as fuck. Snipes was born to play Blade.

    The late nineties techno vibes alongside the gritty and grotesque action with an unapologetically high dose of blood and gore made this an absolute treat to rewatch.

    The last time I watched this film was back when I was a kid and for one reason or the other I always thought it was simply just nostalgia that was elevating this film in my mind to a higher than deserved status but…

  • Monsoon



    Cultural disconnect. A murky past drowned out by the ever changing landscape of modern Vietnam. Fields of luminosity and the constant rattling of bike engines. If there’s any film that accurately portrays the alienation of feeling like a foreigner in the soil that birthed you it’s Monsoon, and that’s definitely where this film peaks.

    However, I couldn’t help but feel underwhelmed by the time the credits started to roll. The film is subtle and is often filmed in a way which…

  • Sword of the Stranger

    Sword of the Stranger


    Autumnal leaves cascading the jagged edges of the mountainsides.

    Blankets of winter snow lining the pathways of the forest.

    A lone samurai with a past that’s inflicted by a moral quandary. 

    A friendship with a cocky kid and his loyal shiba-inu.

    Redemption, friendship, camaraderie and a reminder of how incredibly satisfying and beautiful this medium can truly be. See, the plot itself is a little lacklustre. It’s probably the only thing which holds the film back, but in the same breath…

  • The Woman Who Ran

    The Woman Who Ran


    I absolutely adore the manner in which Hong Sang-soo unravels his characters to the audience. It’s always a fun little mystery where hidden truths and realisations bubble to the surface through the simplest of means. They almost always pertain to pieces of dialogue or the subtleties in the tremendous acting performances and it’s always a stern reminder to me that cinema can still offer so much through just these minimal traits. 

    I mention this now because the character of Gam-hee…

  • The Day After

    The Day After


    Surrounded by novels in a tiny publishing workspace, an emotionally irresponsible man deals with the many consequences of his infidelity. A man unbeknownst to how his actions continuously humiliate the triumvirate of woman around him as his delusional sense of self is a constant source of indecisiveness that ultimately lays the groundwork for a broken relationship as well as the realisation that the philosophical query which Areum poses to him was out of pity more than anything.

    I don’t think…