
Don’t Look Up movie review: is the sky falling?
I laughed a lot while also feeling sick to my stomach. As subtle as a sledgehammer, almost obnoxious… and yet it might as well be a documentary. Is it elegant? Is it art? Who the fuck cares?

I laughed a lot while also feeling sick to my stomach. As subtle as a sledgehammer, almost obnoxious… and yet it might as well be a documentary. Is it elegant? Is it art? Who the fuck cares?
Supplementary explanations for my Where Are the Women? rating criteria. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

A cringe-worthy jamboree of dimbulb manflesh that’s even more embarrassing than the first film. If you want a picture of the future, imagine Channing Tatum grinding his crotch in a human face, forever.

Ruins itself as even high-toned cinematic junk food when its justifiable cynicism morphs into something manipulative and dangerously disingenuous.

I have a vague impression of having heard a whisper of this movie somewhere, but I never received a press release about it, nor a screening invitation.
Actual unretouched phrases that people plugged into search engines this week that led them to this site (with some commentary from me)…
Actual unretouched phrases that people plugged into search engines this week that led them to this site (with some commentary from me)…
Well, that looks ridiculous.
And who would make it? Tyler Perry’s Madea’s A Tree Grows in Brooklyn? Disney Presents Tim Burton’s Freaks?
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