K. Austin Collins
Staff Writer
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‘Mudbound’ Is a Complicated, Worthy Film About Life in the Post-WWII South
The finely wrought Netflix Original is ultimately better at serving up a slice of the history at its center than it is at conjuring the kind of rich melodrama that this history deserves, but it is a satisfying and compelling film nonetheless
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‘Justice League’ Is a Failure Across the Board
Another misshapen, boring franchise flick that may struggle to satisfy the studio, the filmmaker(s), and—most importantly—the audience
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‘I Love You, Daddy’ Is About Louis C.K.’s Shame—and His Shamelessness
In his now-scrapped film, the disgraced comedian once again wields his art as a means of confession. But what appears to be fearless artistry is in fact an exceptional act of manipulation.
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Assessing Louis C.K.’s Career and Taylor Swift’s ‘Reputation’
Plus, Kam and Justin discuss Meek Mill’s recent sentencing
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‘Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri’ Fails to Live Up to Its Incisive Premise
Frances McDormand heads a universally strong cast in an otherwise familiar—and ultimately unearned—Martin McDonagh redemption story
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‘Lady Bird’ Is the Kind of Movie You Want to Keep Watching
Greta Gerwig’s coming-of-age film is deft, joyous, and imaginatively sympathetic
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‘Thor: Ragnarok’ Is the Funniest Thor Movie Yet
Director Taika Waititi knows how to freshen up some familiar Marvel product
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The War at Home, and Elsewhere, in American Movies
In ‘Thank You for Your Service’ and ‘Last Flag Flying,’ two visions of military veterans reveal how much, and how little, has changed in the ways that war takes its toll
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‘Damage Control’ — Keeping It 1950s Woke With ‘Suburbicon’ and ‘Wolfenstein’
In the first edition of this new podcast Kam explains why he’s taking a pass on the new George Clooney movie and Justin talks about his favorite Nazi-punching video game
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George Clooney’s ‘Suburbicon’ Is a Woke Misfire
The director’s satirical parable of 1950s racism, from a Coen brothers script, is as well intentioned as it is meaningless