Don't judge this book by this (awesome) cover. Don't make this mistake.
Don't judge this book by this (awesome) cover. Don't make this mistake.
Well shit, this is both fun in a campy, peek-a-boo way and genuinely scary.
It takes a serious storytelling talent to make flying saucers scary in 2022.
If Jennifer Hillier was a musician, she’d write pop songs. But dark and edgy pop songs like Kate Bush or Robyn.
Self-love is not a discursive balm you can put on your soul to make it stop hurting. It’s more complicated.
Come for the family name. Stay for the uncomfortable feeling that you've lived through these stories.
Seidlinger is never a walk in the park, but this one is uncomfortably rewarding.
Twenty-two years after its release, Calculating Infinity is still unassailable.
It’s fine. It’s not good, but it’s fine. Everyone will forget about it in a year.
They should have made us read this book in high school instead of making us watch AIDS prevention videos.
The Northman is Robert Eggers’ narratively worst and visually best movie.
The Gray Man tastes great and leaves you wanting more very much in the same way McDonald’s tastes great and leaves you wanting more.
Read this review if you're suspicious of the hyperbole surrounding this movie.
The new Michel Houellebecq is darker, but less snarky than his other novels. Maybe you didn’t think it was possible, but it is.
It almost worked, but it ended up trying to appeal to too many audiences.
