Please allow me, first and foremost, to introduce myself: my name is Kierkengaard von Brunhofen, and I would like to share some thoughts with you about the movie Frozen.

All drugs, be they of the pharmaceutical, legal, or illicit variety, have, as far as I’m concerned, just ONE simple function: to make you feel better.

There are a few moments in one’s longstanding movie-watching career that stand out, do they not? Movies that made such an impact that, even though you haven’t seen them in years, you still remember them clearly.

Whenever we envision cinematic tales of authoritarianism and the concurrent loss of liberty, the images rarely go beyond…

DMT, neon, blood, memory, womb. If you could float out of your own skull and watch your entire life unfold like a flickering film reel, this is probably what it would look like.

I love Wall-E. I don’t care whether he represents a possible future or not; he’s just so darn cute! And no, there’s nothing wrong with a grown man finding an animated robot cute.

The review I wrote years ago about A Charlie Brown Christmas received a lot of hate mail. Hate mail that was well-received, as we love it.