Do not hold Digger against Riz Ahmed -- even though I only briefly mention him in my scorch-the-planet review of the movie that dropped on Pajiba yesterday Riz in no way embarrasses himself therein. Believe me that's some kind of magic armor he must've been wearing because everybody else, from the great John Goodman to the great Sandra Huller is not so fortunate. But then that's Alejandro G. Iñárritu's whole deal -- sucking, I mean. Him and Tom Cruise are actually perfect for one another in that sense -- they should go make twenty movies together for the remainder of their careers so I can from here on out avoid them both like the fucking plague.
Anyway, in better news -- I am back here at my desk! Actually that's not good news, what the fuck am I talking about -- I'd much rather be in bed. My brain hurts. SO MANY MOVIES. NYFF has been keeping yer boy busy busy busy. But I guess it's good for you bvecause maybe I will do some posts or whatever. We'll see what happens. It's entirely possible I could just crumble to dust. And not (just) because I just sat ten feet away from Pedro Pascal:
PEDRO PASCAL IN PURPLE (with bonus Eva Victor) talking “Behemoth!” at #NYFF @filmlinc.bsky.social
— Jason Takes Man-Adams (@jamnpp.bsky.social) October 2, 2026 at 12:09 PM
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Your homicidal rage toward Alejandro Gonzalez Iñarittu is only matched by Manson family towards Sharon Tate
JA, I agree, Inarittu's films feel like lectures even when they aren't saying much. Not a fan. I am a Tom Cruise fan however, but only his action films.
Bless you for this: "Iñárritu is a whoopee cushion filled with actual flatulence, as if he’s missed the entire point of pretend—it’s intellectual belligerence disguised as wink-wink buffoonery."
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