Four years ago today, on December 29, 2021, we lost Lloyd Wright. We never published an obituary at the time—grief has its own timeline. But today feels right to share his story, not just the milestones of his career, but the curiosity, wit, and dedication that defined how he moved through the world. He believed in the power of a good story. This is his.
Ryan Johnson’s Wake Up Dead Man is the first Benoit Blanc mystery that doesn’t feel like it’s having any fun—and that’s exactly the point. In a locked church where faith and certainty have been weaponized in equal measure, Johnson uses the playful locked-room structure to examine something deeply uncomfortable: the way we perform certainty in the face of doubt.
Nearly a century on, The Phantom of the Opera feels both monumental and deeply uneven at the same time. It’s the kind of early studio
If I’m honest, Now You See Me: Now You Don’t feels like watching a magic act from the lobby. You can hear the applause, you can see the lights, but you’re missing the part where any of the tricks actually land.
Instructions Not Included sneaks up on you. Not quietly. More like it tiptoes toward you in flip-flops, trips over a chair, knocks over a lamp,
A towering war film whose brilliance arrives late, but hits with the force of history itself.
I’m watching this thing and about twenty minutes in I’m thinking, “Wait, this is supposed to be the greatest Indian film ever made?” Because honestly?
Imagine a post-apocalyptic England—not the Mad Max desert punk variety, but a well-mannered wasteland, where the apocalypse has occurred with tea service. Welcome to Adrian
Norman Jewison’s Jesus Christ Superstar is a gloriously weird, sun-drenched rock opera that fuses ancient ruins with ‘70s flair and theological angst. It’s messy, over-the-top, and structurally broken—but for those of us who grew up with the soundtrack, it still absolutely shreds.
It’s a film that’s part horror relic, part philosophical thoughtI experiment, and entirely haunted by empty streets and existential dread.