Aubrey escalates from on-call mpdg to lowkey diva in competent 'art-imitating-life-imitating-art-imitating...' fare. It's nicely shot, the content on boundaries of manipulation in filmmaking is stimulating enough, and the distancing 'so meta' aspect seems to excuse some of the retro fem-rhetoric and boy-nihilism shoehorned into the script. The material is a little awry, but most of the cricks along the way are formal. The whole diptych thing is a bit wuut? After some obligatory disorientation it's clear the two parts are…

(cranking rn: Bongripper - Satan Worshipping Doom)

Somewhere in our universe there is a planet of subterranean axe-forging barbarian troglodytes who give an award for Most Metal Movie of All Time. I think this might just be a contender.

King Crimson's Starless, in case you weren't already aware, is one of the greatest rock songs ever written, and it is now imbued with a renewed gravity, married forever to the image of a burly woodsman cutting down a sapling, in…