“Three carats.”
“What about four?”

What has captivated me so much about Sean Baker’s filmography over the years is his unquestionable understanding of what makes us human and his seemingly effortless vision to tell our stories. As someone who hopelessly adores Linklater, Baker captures a comfortably similar fragment of life that I can’t get enough of. And Anora is his most extravagant and ambitious yet without losing an ounce of that charm. 

In Baker’s fast-paced, wildly sexy, painfully hilarious excursion…

“I wanna know what it’s like to be in the presence of that sort of evil.” 

As I am driving home from the theatre after witnessing yet another absolutely disgusting masterpiece from Damien Leone, I internally begin to map out this review and am reminded of one of my core principles of film critique and general enjoyment (especially when it pertains to horror): the theory of relativity. And of course not spacetime, but instead how horror films are presented, intended,…

“He’s just a man in a costume.”

If you’re familiar with the names, “Leone” or “Art the Clown” should immediately give you an idea of what is about to transpire. If you’re not, then I’d recommend you do a quick filmography check or ask a friend. It is absolutely not for the squeamish or faint of heart. Just like his other films, I can’t consciously recommend this to anyone that I don’t know for sure can handle it. But if…