Everyone who worked on this movie is named Jacques.

It took me a while to get on Play Time's wavelength. For about half an hour I was a little thrown for a loop, wondering if anything - anything at all - was going to happen. Thankfully it did. And then it continued to happen. I do think it's too long, and when it's not being farcical chaos or a subtle meditation of modernity malaise then it's a let-down. But... something…

How the fuck d'you end up with a name like 'Balthazar Getty'? Does it come free with those eyebrows?

People never talk about how cool David Lynch's movies are, helped along by his mastery of American symbols both as a contrarian spectacle and as their simplest interpretation. Like, everyone in this movie wears a leather jacket both as a malformation of the image they represent, and because leather jackets are freaking cool as fuck, dude. And that kind of describes…

I would have thrown him outta the window. RIP to Floria but I'm built different.

Watched on a complete impulse and ended up getting thrown for a loop by a film that really shines a light on how fucking easy my job is. There's an intense humanity present here that outshines a lot of other films in this similarly stressful vein - it's something I thought was sorely missing from If I Had Legs I'd Kick You, for instance. The…

This is actually the first time ever that I have watched something twice in the cinema. I think this movie became an instant comfort film for me, I just wanna keep going back to its tidal wides and nauseatingly good production design, something about it just warms me inside. On a rewatch the final chase scene actually got my heart racing, whaddya know? Even though I knew how it would play out? Funny how brains work. I love Kat and…

Alternative title: 'ASMR - Your British girlfriend tells you about her dreams [GONE SEXUAL!!!]'

Inspired by this review of Castration Movie, A Heterosexual Monologue grew from a pretty dark place in my mind, bolstered by the recent supreme court decision here in the UK ("supreme" my arse). I was thinking a lot about the relationship between trans women and cis men, and how it's so often transactional, fetishistic, toxic, envious, or otherwise very dehumanising. I found myself at the conclusion…