Another resounding success for Joe Clifford.
I’m not giving you my Best of 2018 right away, but here’s every book review while you wait.
Am I the only person in the universe who thought this movie was… meh, just OK?
Eryk Pruitt was already a standout storyteller, but turning into a masterful writer over time.
Never trust a sequel that was written and directed by different people than the original.
LuLu is irremediably bad, but what the fuck were they trying to do with it?
Where I try to understand how it made stereotypical ghosts scary again.
This album feels like a flamethrower to the face, but in the best possible way.
Vince Staples is leaner and meaner than ever on FM! and the peasants rejoice.
