Is there some sort of stealth Remember-the-Nineties indie-film revival going on? A few weeks ago, we got Hotel Artemis, a microwaved slab of postmodern pulp fiction that channeled the moment when Tarantino-lite was a mini-genre. (It’s the sort of movie that makes you want to take back every bad thing …
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