Provocateurs, outsiders, and the spectacularly misunderstood fuel our discussions
—though we remain open to the cult-adjacent, the overlooked, and the films that don't yet know they're destined to become cult classics.
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Three women across three generations discover that they share both a name and a remarkably similar solution to the problem of an unsatisfactory husband. A local coroner, who really should know better, keeps getting in the way. Or possibly helping. It's a Peter Greenaway film, so naturally none of this is straightforward.
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Suspiria (1977) An American ballet student arrives at a prestigious European dance academy and almost immediately suspects that something is deeply, profoundly wrong. She is correct. Dario Argento then spends the remaining runtime assaulting your eyeballs with the most aggressively beautiful color palette ever deployed in service of something absolutely horrifying. A masterpiece. Wear sunglasses. Suspiria (2018) Another American dancer. Another prestigious European dance academy. Another coven of witches with extremely poor HR practices. This time Luca Guadagnino strips away Argento's neon fever dream and replaces it with something considerably colder, slower, and more determined to get under your skin in ways you won't fully process until approximately three days later. Same basic nightmare. Completely different experience. Tilda Swinton plays three roles, because of course she does. We'll be watching both. Come prepared to have opinions.
Ginger and Brigitte Fitzgerald are death-obsessed outcasts who've sworn a pact to get out — or get dead. When Ginger is bitten by something in the dark, the changes come fast: feral moods, new appetites, a body transforming in ways that feel disturbingly familiar. Brigitte will do anything to save her sister. The question is whether her sister still wants saving.
A John Huston film starring Marlon Brando and Elizabeth Taylor about repressed desire, obsession, and spectacularly poor life choices at a U.S. Army base in the American South. Brando plays Major Weldon Penderton — rigid, tormented, and genuinely smoldering in a way that feels entirely intentional given what the film is quietly, carefully saying beneath its surface. Because underneath the military brass and Southern Gothic atmosphere, this is a remarkably tender and humane portrait of a man at war with his own identity at a time when that war had no good outcomes. It flopped magnificently upon release. Audiences in 1967 were not remotely prepared for it. Audiences today will recognize it for the quietly radical film it always was. Rehabilitated by time. Vindicated by cult status. We'll be the judge of whether it deserved either.
