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An art student struggles to create an authentic self-portrait. Every attempt feels depersonalized and detached. To make something honest, she'll need to knock down a few walls, open a few doors, and fight off a few monsters. Does that resonate with you? Struggling through the creative process because it requires facing parts of yourself you'd rather avoid? If not—first of all, congratulations—then

If a random internet troll messaged you out of the blue claiming they’re going to shoot up a school, would you shrug it off and say “yeah right,” or would you do something about it? This is the question writer/director Oscar Boyson (Good Time, Uncut Gems, Frances Ha) asked when conceptualizing Our Hero, Balthazar. Inspired by the events of the Uvalde shooting in Texas, where the shooter admitted h

Yesterday, I saw the most recent Jim Jarmusch film, Father Mother Sister Brother (2025). I live in South America, so I couldn't watch it earlier. The film was released in this hemisphere five months after its first time rolling on a screen, in Italy, December, 2025. I've been following Jarmusch's work since my teenage years, while falling in love with all kinds of movies. So I have a pretty comple

Now this is what we need in 2026: big moustaches, slow-burn romances, 80s hits, and David Tennant owning the screen as a conniving, revenge-seeking, philandering television executive. The talented (and downright attractive) cast of Rivals' second season successfully turns a raunchy, morally-technicolour drama into a heavy-hitting romance with some excellent needle drops and potent conflicts remini

Throughout my life, I've had the misfortune of being on one side of almost every romantic interaction. It didn't matter if they reciprocated even a little, because I idealized their humanness, making even the most mundane person into an intricate three-act-structure plot rom-com that I myself am an avid audience for. I see people like poetry – something to figure out, to make sense of, and to admi

“Oi, fuck you, cunts.” William Butcher’s famous line has been on a permanent, jagged loop in my mind since the credits rolled. It is a spectacular piece of profanity, an injection of pure, unfiltered street-level rage that has sustained Amazon’s The Boys through forty episodes of corporate synergy and flying intestines. Now that the series finale has arrived, closing the book on five seasons of cu