Category: matt warren

Look, I love Jim Jarmusch as much as any paunchy mid-30s white dude with an art degree from a major state-run university. And assuming you clicked on this review of your own volition, chances are so do you. And that’s...

There’s an entire genre of very shitty prestige film out there I like to call the “let’s-watch-this-asshole-self-destruct-for-90-minutes-before-we-tell-you-what-bad-thing-in-their-past-is-making-them-act-this-way” movie. We all know the kind of movie I’m talking about: the ones where sad sack protagonists forget to shave, drink alone in...