A Conversation on Fear: Mackenzie Davis in ‘Speak No Evil’
How does a horror film that doesn’t deliver its scares until the last 30 minutes succeed?
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How does a horror film that doesn’t deliver its scares until the last 30 minutes succeed?
Fall brings brick–red foliage, an influx of new University City residents, and a lot of good movies to Philadelphia. The Philly Film Festival, running from Oct. 17 to Oct. 27, is an inexpensive and easily accessible way to watch some new and emerging films before their wide release. Overwhelmed by all that PFF has to offer? Never fear—those of us who got a chance to see some of these films over the summer at Cannes and in the early fall at New York Film Festival are here to help you decide what to skip class and spend $12 on seeing.
The young women file in one by one, a girlishly organized succession of hair–bumps, lace blouses and miniskirts; pale blue tights, kitten heels with bows and, of course, eyeliner. Thick, dark wings for watery marbles of gray or green and honey—a shock of young eyes in the black of the theater. Descending down the row, the young women exit off into seats, otherwise too far to see and lost in the blackout. Slowly but surely, the room is engulfed in a fog of girldom; a soft darkness abuzz with chatter, hushed giggles, and reverent utterances of "Coppola." Sofia Coppola.
We’re living in a serial killer biopic renaissance. The ethics of true crime are always a hot–button topic online, and debates reign eternally on the ethics of having a hot guy play a serial killer.
Jackson: Francis Ford Coppola, are you okay?
Last week, Brigitte Bardot celebrated her ninetieth birthday. In celebration, let’s talk about the icon who didn’t just make the world fall in love with her—she made the world obsessed with her.
Sept. 19 was a really important day for me. That’s right, the trailer for Den of Thieves 2: Pantera, the sequel to 2018’s wonderfully trashy Den of Thieves, was finally released. Upon pulling up the trailer on the biggest screen I could find—my laptop—I had a series of strong, visceral, bone–deep reactions.
Before coming to Penn, I would take a trip to the movie theater nearly every week. My sister, who worked for our local theater, always got me free tickets, so I spent every second I could staring at the silver screen. I felt like Nicole Kidman! Experiencing movies on a massive screen with a medium popcorn (extra butter) and some cookie dough bites is truly an “indescribable feeling.”
Everyone hates movie musicals, right?
The Wharton student to world–tour artist pipeline may not be large, but for recent Penn Alum Inci Gürün (W ‘23), better known under her stage name “INJI,” following her passion is paying off.
What do Megan Thee Stallion and Britney Spears have in common? If you answered with a live ball python scarf, you’d be correct. When the biggest names in music gathered at UBS Arena in Elmont, New York for the 40th MTV Video Music Awards, it wasn’t just about who would take home a Moonman. Although Taylor Swift, Post Malone, and Sabrina Carpenter might have clinched the triple crown (the Video, Artist, and Song of the Year awards), it was the red carpet that captured the interest of viewers nationwide. There, the only rule is that there are none. Whether it’s messy references, gaudy glamor, or performance art, the VMA runway truly embraces an “anything goes” approach to an award show.
Welcome to another season of The Bachelorette, where race politics are served alongside champagne and Chopard engagement rings. This time, however, we’re treading on historic ground.
I went into Beetlejuice Beetlejuice with my expectations firmly in check. While I love the original, Tim Burton hasn’t made a film I’ve liked since the Clinton administration. Couple this streak with the fact that Burton and co. have been trying to get a Beetlejuice sequel off the ground since the late ‘80s, and this all seemed like a recipe for disaster.
Before ASCII snowflakes cascade down the screen behind him, Porter Robinson asks his audience a few questions in Helvetica. “Do you remember skinning your knee? Do you remember being bored in the summer? Do you remember the last time your mom held you?”
Tucked away on an unassuming corner of Sansom Street, a blinking array of fluorescent lights and a bold red backsplash beckons my friend Grace and I to the entrance of Vic Sushi Bar.
The Emmys, barring a select few moments, were unbelievably milquetoast. The Levys were cute. Shōgun, The Bear, and Baby Reindeer won big. Only Murders got screwed in unforgivable ways. But there were a couple things that made me slightly less cynical about the whole awards show business. I’d be remiss to not point out some historic firsts, like Liza Colón–Zayas becoming the first Latina woman to win in her category (Best Supporting Actress in a Comedy Series). The big surprise of the night was Hacks, an actual comedy, beating out The Bear for the Outstanding Comedy Series win. And, in an upset much more personal to me (I still have not seen Hacks, I’m sorry!), Lamorne Morris took home a long–overdue Emmy. It may be for his work in Fargo, but it’s built on the back of years of giving one of the best comedic performances on TV at the time in New Girl.
The Substance starts with a celebrity TV fitness host smiling at her audience. It ends with one of the grossest body horror sequences in recent history. And along the way, it provides stark social commentary on society’s fixation with women’s appearances.
Whenever anyone asks me what my favorite movie franchise is, my response, without fail, is Alien.
Five–foot juggernaut Sabrina Carpenter is pop music’s new It Girl. The beachy rhythms “Espresso” and the glittering synths of “Please Please Please” were the sounds of 2024’s summer, and both grabbed the top spot on the Billboard Hot 100. Their music videos have been successes in an age where videos seem less relevant than ever before—“Espresso” is summer fun given visual form, and “Please Please Please” features Barry Keoghan, who gives a fresh spin on the classic story of the bad boy in love. Replete with pieces of Ariana Grande’s sound, and sporting Taylor Swift’s seal of approval, Carpenter's new album Short n' Sweet delivers all the energy of her summer singles and then some.
You might not immediately recognize the name Gena Rowlands, but I bet your favorite actor probably does. Rowlands, best known for her revolutionary work in her husband John Cassavetes’ films, passed away on August 14th at the age of 94. And while she may be best known to most people as playing older Rachel McAdams in The Notebook, there have been few actors as impactful as her in the past sixty years.