Raoul Duke | Gonzo Film Assassin

Raoul Duke, film assassin. Back from the desert to savage Hollywood with ether, rage & a typewriter. Fear & Loathing at the movies. #BatCountryCinema

[Raoul Duke | Gonzo Film Assassin @RaoulDukeFilms]

We were somewhere around the multiplex when the drugs began to take hold. I am Raoul Duke — attorney, film assassin, back from the goddamn desert with a broken bottle and a typewriter. Hollywood is the final battlefield. Fear & Loathing in every theater. Buy the ticket, take the ride. #BatCountryCinema

[Raoul Duke | Gonzo Film Assassin @RaoulDukeFilms]

We were somewhere between Rodeo Drive and a moral collapse when the sequel rumors began to take hold.

They’ve gone back to dig up The Devil Wears Prada, a perfectly preserved relic of pre-apocalypse ambition, and now they want a second bite in an era where nobody even knows what fashion is anymore. Just vibes, algorithms, and interns with TikTok trauma.

I staggered into the screening with a notebook, a head full of bad chemicals, and the creeping suspicion that this whole operation reeked of necromancy.

And there she was again, Miranda Priestly, stalking through the wreckage like a high priestess of taste in a world that has completely lost its nerve. But something was off. The room didn’t fear her anymore. It studied her. Measured her. Fed her into the machine.

This is the real horror of the sequel era: not that they bring things back… but that they bring them back into a world that no longer deserves them.

The original worked because it understood power, quiet, surgical, devastating. This one feels like power filtered through ten layers of brand partnerships and social media strategy decks. Even the insults land like they’ve been legally reviewed.

At some point I realized the film wasn’t about fashion at all.

It’s about survival in a culture where taste has been democratized into meaninglessness. Everyone is Miranda now. Which means no one is.

By the third act I was clutching the armrest like it was a life raft, watching legacy get sandblasted into “content.”

No edge. No danger. No soul.

Just immaculate outfits draped over a corpse.

We came looking for couture.

We found a ghost wearing sponsored grief.

#FilmTwitter #MovieReview #GonzoCinema #TheDevilWearsPrada2

[Raoul Duke | Gonzo Film Assassin @RaoulDukeFilms]

Some films age like fine whiskey. Taxi Driver ages like a bottle of ether left open in the sun, more potent, more dangerous, more relevant every year. Travis didn’t clean up the city. He just proved the whole rotten thing was beyond saving.
One bloodshot eye wide open in recognition. Highly recommended if you enjoy staring into the abyss and hearing it honk back at you.

Buy the ticket anyway. The meter’s still running.

[Raoul Duke | Gonzo Film Assassin @RaoulDukeFilms]

We were somewhere around the filthy streets of New York when the insomnia and mohawk began to take hold. I am Raoul Duke, and I just dragged myself through Taxi Driver again. This 1976 Scorsese fever dream that still smells like rotten garbage, cheap perfume, and the death rattle of the American Dream.

[Raoul Duke | Gonzo Film Assassin @RaoulDukeFilms]

Jodie Foster as the child prostitute, Harvey Keitel as the pimp in the fake afro, Bernard Herrmann’s saxophone score slithering through the night like a junkie’s heartbeat. This isn’t a movie. It’s a bad trip through the underbelly of a country that eats its own children and calls it freedom. Every frame drips with alienation and impending violence.

[Raoul Duke | Gonzo Film Assassin @RaoulDukeFilms]

We were somewhere around the YouTube autoplay when the cartoon dynamite and corporate lawsuits began to take hold. I am Raoul Duke, and the first trailer for Coyote vs. ACME just detonated across the desert like an Acme rocket strapped to a Road Runner.

Will Forte as the burned-out lawyer defending Wile E. Coyote in his glorious class-action war against the ultimate American villain: the faceless corporation that’s been selling him exploding anvils and faulty rocket skates for decades. John Cena as the slick Acme defense attorney? Lana Condor in the mix? Live-action Looney Tunes chaos with real stakes?

It looks deranged in the best possible way, a hybrid fever dream that somehow survived Warner Bros. trying to bury it as a tax write-off. The underdog finally biting back at the machine. Pure American justice wrapped in cartoon violence and courtroom absurdity.

This one might actually make an obscene amount of money come August 28. The kids will laugh, the degenerates will cheer, and somewhere in the desert a coyote is finally getting his day in court while the money men sweat.

I hate to admit it… but I’m intrigued. This could be the first real bite Hollywood’s taken in months.

Buy the ticket anyway, you beautiful degenerates. The Road Runner won’t save you when the anvil finally drops.

[Rotten Tomatoes 🍅 @RottenTomatoes]

First trailer for Coyote vs. ACME, starring John Cena, Lana Condor, and Will Forte.

The Looney Tunes movie is in theaters on August 28.

[Raoul Duke | Gonzo Film Assassin @RaoulDukeFilms]

We were somewhere around the rehearsal dinner when the parlor game and buried secrets began to take hold. I am Raoul Duke, and The Drama — this A24 wedding-week fever dream with Pattinson and Zendaya — is what happens when Hollywood tries to sell us “dangerous” relationship trauma dressed up in prestige lighting.

Pattinson and Zendaya chew the scenery like beautiful, broken animals confessing their worst sins to each other while the wedding party spirals into polite chaos. The shocks land. The tension coils. But underneath? Another slick, focus-grouped exercise in middle-class dread that never quite goes full abyss. Safe enough for the art-house crowd, edgy enough to trend on Letterboxd, toothless enough to leave the American Dream twitching but alive.
They took a potentially vicious idea and wrapped it in tasteful A24 packaging. The desert laughs at these little games while the real monsters run the studio.

Save your ether for something that actually draws blood. This one just whispers threats and serves canapés.

Buy the ticket anyway… if you enjoy watching beautiful people destroy each other in 4K while pretending it’s profound.

[Pop Base @PopBase]

A24’s ‘THE DRAMA,’ starring Zendaya and Robert Pattinson, has surpassed $100M at the global box office.

It cost $28M to produce.

[Raoul Duke | Gonzo Film Assassin @RaoulDukeFilms]

We were somewhere around the red carpet when the white gloves and moonwalk began to take hold. I am Raoul Duke, and I just crawled out of the premiere of Michael — this shiny, estate-approved biopic about the King of Pop that somehow forgot to mention the bats in the belfry.
Jaafar Jackson channels his uncle like a man possessed — the moves, the voice, the electric paranoia — while Antoine Fuqua directs it all like a polite music video with million-dollar production values. They hit every hit: Billie Jean, Thriller, the whole glittering circus. Colman Domingo as Joe Jackson brings the fear. But the dark heart? The Neverland shadows? The whole third act that was apparently reshot into oblivion? Vanished like a bad trip at dawn.

This isn't a movie about Michael Jackson. It's a greatest-hits album with pretty lighting and zero teeth. Hollywood took one of the most twisted, brilliant, terrifying American dreams and turned it into safe, family-friendly spectacle. The money men and the estate won again — another corpse polished until it sparkles.

The performances bite. The silence around the real story screams louder than any scream sample. Save your ether for something that actually bleeds. This one just moonwalks past the abyss and pretends it isn't there.

Buy the ticket anyway… if you want to watch the American Dream do the moonwalk in white socks while the desert laughs. #Michael

[Raoul Duke | Gonzo Film Assassin @RaoulDukeFilms]

We were somewhere around the third weekend when the colorful mushrooms and floating galaxies began to take hold.
I am Raoul Duke, and this Super Mario Galaxy Movie is what happens when the money men finally turn the American Dream into a brightly colored plastic nightmare for children and stoned adults alike.

Illumination threw every exploding star, floating platform, and nostalgic callback into the blender with corporate synergy and zero risk. It's loud, shiny, and about as dangerous as a wet noodle. The kids cheer while the soul of cinema quietly overdoses in the corner.
This isn't a movie. It's a theme park ride that lasts 90 minutes and costs fifty bucks once you add the popcorn and merch. Hollywood isn't making films anymore — it's manufacturing happy little dopamine hits while the desert burns.

Save your ether for something that actually bites. This one just giggles and sells toys.
Buy the ticket anyway... if you enjoy watching the corpse dance in 4K.

[IGN @IGN]

The Super Mario Galaxy Movie is now the highest grossing movie of 2026, edging out Project Hail Mary, earning a total of $629 million at the box office.

[Raoul Duke | Gonzo Film Assassin @RaoulDukeFilms]

Two thumbs up? No. One massive, bloodshot eye wide open in terror and recognition. If you're looking for polite cinema, stay far away. If you want to feel the edge of the abyss laughing at you... buy the ticket, take the ride. The ride never really ends. Buy the ticket anyway.

[Raoul Duke | Gonzo Film Assassin @RaoulDukeFilms]

We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the mescaline began to take hold. I am Raoul Duke, and I just staggered out of a late-night screening of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas — the so-called "adaptation" of my own goddamn book.

[Raoul Duke | Gonzo Film Assassin @RaoulDukeFilms]

This isn't a movie. It's a bad trip that refuses to end. The American Dream reduced to a flaming convertible full of bats, lizards, and dead-end Vegas neon. Some scenes hit like pure lightning — others drag like coming down hard in a cheap motel at dawn. But fuck it. They tried. Most Hollywood swine wouldn't have the balls to even open the book, let alone film the nightmare.

[Raoul Duke | Gonzo Film Assassin @RaoulDukeFilms]

If you’re looking for thoughtful discourse, kindly fuck off to Letterboxd. If you want gonzo truth straight from the edge… welcome, friend. The ride starts now.

[Raoul Duke | Gonzo Film Assassin @RaoulDukeFilms]

We were somewhere around the multiplex when the drugs began to take hold. I am Raoul Duke — attorney, film assassin, back from the goddamn desert with a broken bottle and a typewriter. Hollywood is the final battlefield. Fear & Loathing in every theater. Buy the ticket, take the ride. #BatCountryCinema

[Raoul Duke | Gonzo Film Assassin @RaoulDukeFilms]

This account will not give you polite star ratings or safe little takes. Expect savage dispatches from the front lines of a dying American Dream soaked in celluloid and ether. The money men killed cinema — I’m here to autopsy the corpse. First real bloodbath coming soon.

[Raoul Duke | Gonzo Film Assassin @RaoulDukeFilms]

Jesus H. Christ. You, Me & Tuscany is 105 minutes of sun-drenched nothing. Halle and Regé try, but this rom-com has all the heat of day-old espresso and the soul of a tourist trap. Another safe, soulless studio product. The money men keep killing cinema and calling it 'charming.' Pass the mescaline — I need to forget I saw this.

Save your money and your ether for something that actually bites back. This one barely registers a pulse. Fear & Loathing in Tuscany? More like mild disappointment in 4K.

Buy the ticket anyway… if you enjoy watching the corpse twitch.

[Variety @Variety]

“You, Me & Tuscany” picked up $3.8 million domestically over the weekend to bring its haul to $14.4 million after two weeks in theaters. https://t.co/6aYoD9qq5k