James Cameron’s Avatar: Fire and Ash may be a technical marvel, but does it remember to be a movie? The Film Board breaks down adaptive frame rates, hollow spectacle, and why Pandora keeps getting bigger while the story keeps shrinking.
A knife in a locked church and a mystery that insists certainty is the real sin. The Film Board takes on Wake Up, Dead Man, where Rian Johnson strips the joy out of the whodunit—and somehow makes it hit harder.
Stephen King’s dystopian manhunt gets a 2025 upgrade, as the Film Board tracks Glenn Powell through Edgar Wright’s The Running Man—where entertainment kills and revolution streams live.
The Film Board Gathers! The gang re-enters the grid to battle Jared Leto’s glowing ego, dissect Trent Reznor’s righteous soundtrack, and try to remember why TRON still exists. Spoilers, complaints, and some genuine love for Greta Lee await in this electric, overclocked deep dive.
What happens when Paul Thomas Anderson makes a $175 million action epic about fascism, family, and a stoner dad in a bathrobe? We spoil One Battle After Another rotten—DiCaprio, Penn, secret cabals, and all.
A charming cast, a light mystery, and a lot of feelings about Netflix’s lighting presets. The Thursday Murder Club has been adapted for the screen—and The Film Board is here to investigate who did it, why it happened, and whether the cast deserves a heart.
Mandy finally watches Jurassic Park and discovers why everyone’s been quoting “clever girl” for 30 years. With Pete, Andy, and Tommy as her guides, she learns what made this dino-horror-adventure flick a true cinematic game changer.
James Gunn’s Superman reboot flies in with big hopes, bigger swings, and a literal flying dog—and somehow, it works. The Film Board tries to make sense of clone fights, emotional journalism, and whether Supergirl really just called Superman a bitch. (She did.)
The Film Board dives into Jurassic World: Rebirth, a soft reboot that forgets why we ever cared about dinosaurs in the first place. From missing raptors to sarcastic ADR, we ask: is this a franchise reborn—or just another extinction event?
Exterior. A moderately obscure European airstrip. Day. The camera dollies past a series of neatly arranged suitcases, a broken harmonium, and a pigeon holding a classified microfilm in its beak. We hear the narrator: The Film Board Gathers. This week, a gang of thugs donned their finest pastels to unravel: The Phoenician Scheme.