All ranked lists are lazy, lame, and lacking. Except this one.
People get distracted, hit pause, never finish. It seems hopeless—but it’s not as dire as it sounds.
It’s back on HBO Max. Nobody cares. Because moviegoers hate themselves.
The only people who absolutely disagree are, well, scientists. They need to get over themselves and join the fun.
With song-and-dance numbers optimized for social media, Disney animated films have turned into multiplatform IP factories. It’s kind of disgusting.
From Dune to Little Fish, they’re all love stories—though some are more touching than others.
If you think they’re protecting the experience of experiencing art, you’re more deluded than you know.
Though almost nobody talks about it, the desert confab owes its existence to Mad Max, Lawrence of Arabia, and—very crucially, somewhat ironically—Dune.
Her gentle, heartwarming stories seek to soothe our troubled souls. They also aim to blow up the entire genre.
For years, the megacorporation has churned out sci-fi—Electric Dreams, Upload, Solos—that ranges from obnoxious to just plain noxious.