I don’t know about you, but the byproducts of COVID-19 isolation—soul-crushing ennui, crippling depression, nightmares in which Mike Pence calls me “mother” before sneezing in my face—has made the thought of writing a movie blogpost about as appealing as a nasopharyngeal swab. However, as a very wise man once tweeted, “WE CANNOT LET THE CURE BE WORSE THAN THE […]