Imagine a woman in her 50s dressed as a baby doll, singing a children's song to her daddy inside a dark cellar. Forget on-screen love chemistry and imagine the bad blood, resentment, and bitter hatred. The daring casting of longtime enemies who often tried to steal each other's thunder – Bette Davis and Joan Crawford... Continue Reading →
I’m Thinking of Ending Things (2020)
As soon as the credits started to roll, I thought that Charlie Kaufman's Synecdoche, New York (2008) was the worst movie ever made. It felt so pretentious and I was bored to death. Two years later, I rewatched it and it became one of my favorite movies. Have I changed, or did the universe somehow... Continue Reading →