RIP Pope Francis. At least you got to enjoy BRAT summer with us 🤍

This left me gasping for the longest cigarette drag!! (complimentary)
In its first half Sinners builds with such confidence, only to unravel into a second half that’s relentless, and frankly harrowing. Ludwig Göransson’s blues-infused soundscape does extraordinary work here that demands to be experienced in a cinema equipped with a top-notch sound system.
But none of that would land without Coogler’s fearless direction and command of his Southern Gothic-meets-Rock ‘n Roll atmosphere. The scene everyone is talking about, which folds…
Can you imagine a more Cronenbergian way to process the loss of your wife of 43 years than by making The Shrouds? Casting Vincent Cassel as his sleek, Saint Laurent-clad on-screen proxy is about as close to a self-ission as it gets. The film is filled with high-concept tech and geopolitical dread, but its thesis is quite simple: how do you grieve right here and now?
AI can already detect cancer. Expectant parents go home with 3D scans of their…