Moral panics about provocative films like 'Joker' are as old as cinema itself. But more often than not, they're just proof of a film's merit — and of a deeply anxious middle class.
Eileen Jones is a film critic at Jacobin and author of Filmsuck, USA. She also hosts a podcast called Filmsuck.
On HBO’s new tragicomedy, a veteran plumbs the depths of his combat record for the stage — but ends up painting a portrait of middle-American desolation.
In Once Upon a Time . . . in Hollywood, Quentin Tarantino is continuing his creative endeavor of engaging popular film forms and alternate-history structures to reimagine points of terrible disturbance in our collective past.
In case you’ve never tried to buy a home, I should warn you: if you’re not affluent, you’re heading into a world of pain.
Life in America sucks. Average people are constantly wronged and have little recourse to justice. That's why it's so satisfying to watch Keanu Reeves kick everyone's ass over and over in the John Wick movies.
Mike Leigh had plenty of material to make an exciting and historically accurate film about the Peterloo massacre. He made a boring one instead.
Jordan Peele's "Get Out" was a masterpiece. "Us" is a tedious drag tailored to the sensibilities of critics.
The Academy Awards were even more of a shitshow than usual this year. This is Jacobin’s last Oscars article, because we will find better things to do with our lives than watch that garbage.
Vice reminds us of the hell Dick Cheney wrought, with help from a rogue’s gallery of perps, hacks, creeps, and fall guys.
In If Beale Street Could Talk, the ugliness of oppression and persecution stand in tense contrast with Barry Jenkins' lush, color-drenched cinematography.
Despite generations of imperial murder, torture, rape, and plunder, the British ruling class still gets the brown-nose treatment in historical depictions. Not so in The Favourite, where the royals are shown as the disgusting creatures they were and still are.
How the housing crash got us believing in ghosts again.
The new Halloween is a serviceable remake of a truly great horror film.
Disney-Pixar vs. Laika
BlacKKKlansman is a messy, unfocused film. But it's also one of Spike Lee's best.
Boots Riley's Sorry to Bother You captures the crude madness that we live in every day under capitalism.
Fred Rogers was a wonderful human being who tried to use his influence for good. I just couldn't stand his show.
George Romero’s Night of the Living Dead showed a new society devouring the old.
It’s a Wonderful Life of lowered expectations.
John Adams and Peter Sellars’s Girls of the Golden West is bland, poorly staged liberalism.