CHiPs (2017)
CHiPs is a crime that cannot, and MUST not be forgiven.
Reviews, Commentary, and Shenanigans!
CHiPs is a crime that cannot, and MUST not be forgiven.
The Game may not be Fincher’s best work, but it’s a strange, stylish flash in the pan that’s well worth revisiting.
Dazed and Confused holds up a blurry, humid, beer-streaked mirror and asks: Do you see yourself in this?
This is a film that feels as fresh and fun as it did the day it premiered.
This is a film about stillness, anticipation, and about the long, quiet spaces between acts of endurance.
It’s not the ending we wanted. But maybe it’s the ending we needed.
Flatliners raises big questions in loud ways, then politely declines to address them.
What if I told you this movie was WAY better than you heard?
Tombstone doesn’t apologize for its mythological grandeur.
It wants to be the legend.
Forgive me, Mr. Friedkin—and may you find the peace you so rarely granted anyone on screen.
The Conversation remains one of the most quietly devastating portraits of personal paranoia ever put to screen.
Elysium gestures toward big ideas, then boils them down until there’s nothing left but flavorless residue.
This was a trying week. At least one of this week’s titles was a big part of that.
I watched a lot of stuff this week. Was I fascinated or frustrated?
Did any of these standouts make your list for the year’s best music?
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