Scorsese’s latest turns American sin into Hollywood kabuki.
What is it about the idea of mysterious, frightening things lurking in the shadows, under our beds, in dilapidated homes (& souls) that modernity can’t kill?
He’s hardly infallible on every subject, but his core message is sound and ought to be uncontroversial.
The pop star’s new album and film disrupt godless hedonism.
A screening of the adoption documentary I Lived on Parker Avenue will take place in Manhattan on November 4.
The technology giant moves into television, with promising results.
The film is a gaudy exhibition of action-movie and progressive clichés.
Into the relative quiet two new zombie flicks come lurching.
Gosh, the happiest place on earth morphed into the Masque of the Red Death so slowly I hardly noticed.
The classic ’80s movie, now re-edited Coppola, exposes wokeness as a delusion.