The Archeology of "Good Bones"
Chris Klimek
My Washington City Paper feature about Good Bones, Studio Theatre’s new world premiere from the Pulitzer Prize-winning, Tony Award nominated playwright and actor James Ijames is here.
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My Washington City Paper feature about Good Bones, Studio Theatre’s new world premiere from the Pulitzer Prize-winning, Tony Award nominated playwright and actor James Ijames is here.
I haven’t seen a movie this wild since Darren Aronofksy’s mother! (sic), a film that came with its own exclamation point. My Washington City Paper review of Ari Aster’s Beau Is Afraid is here.
My review of Air, Ben Affleck’s movie from first-timer Alex Convery’s screenplay, is here.
Here’s a Smithsonian piece wherein I put my lifelong independent study of xenobiology to good use by documenting curator Ryan Lintelman’s quest to sleuth out exactly which ALIEN flick the big prop egg in the Smithsonian Museum of American History. It’s not the first time I’ve recounted the tortured history of of Alien 3, a less imaginative exponent of the visual and thematic ideas that had made the first two pictures in the slime-dripping series so widely admired.
John Wick: Chapter 4 looks great, goes on forever, and ends with dudes facing off with archaic single-shot dueling pistols at dawn. It's Barry Lyndon: Chapter 2 — Parabellum, basically. 169 minutes. More is less... says the guy who saw Avatar: The Way of Water more than once.
My Washington City Paper review is here.
I was glad to join Aisha Harris and Shamira Ibrahim — and to reunite with Gene Demby from the Creed II episode of PCHH back in 2018 — for this hard-hitting dissection of the disappointing-to-me Creed III.
My review of the film is here, and the Smithsonian piece I plugged in the Happy segment is here.
I go into a Creed sequel hoping for another Creed or Rocky Balboa but perfectly willing to accept a Rocky III or a Creed II. Creed III is... well, better than Rocky V, but dang. I'm so disappointed.
Magic Mike’s Last Dance is the Ocean’s 13 of Magic Mike flicks. My Washington City Paper review of the new three-quel is here.