Kills Me Dead

There’s something Fight Club-y about this, and not in a good way.

Not quite a coming-of-age story but a nice bit of autobiography nonetheless.

I hate everything this movie chooses to be.

I think I’d like Tim Burton’s recent work more if he revisited stuff like this once in a while.

Trafficks on the sensation it claims to abhor, which seems a little disingenuous.

As Principal Scudworth says, it’s like eating in the private kitchen of a delightful Italian stereotype!

Why, oh why, is everything filled with rape?

Sorry, I can’t not love this subject matter.

I’m surprisingly underwhelmed by this.

You should find a way to see this if you love cold war history.

Sometimes snarky, usually indignant