The noise my old console made as it started up was something I could always count on, and it would fill my room with a heavy sound, forcing anticipation as the screen in front of me flickered to life. When the logo appeared—no way to put it but plain as day—I was catapulted into whatever storyline some very 8-bit hack had cooked up. And no hack could have cooked up a better intro than the…
I will never forget the first time I watched Blader Runner on a VHS tape. My watching experience of the movie was on a rainy saturday; the sky was gray, steady drizzle was present, the pitter-patter of rain on the roof resonated with the film’s relentless neon lights…
Ah, Joker 2, the cinematic equivalent of reheating leftovers and trying to convince yourself they taste better the second time around. Because, of course, the world desperately needed more of Arthur Fleck’s sad-boy origin story, right? What better way to follow up a film that was already polarizing…
