Walter Hill’s eye-opening 1979 documentary, The Warriors, gave many Americans their first glimpse of the real New York.
In which the series 8 opener is found to be, sad to say, all too reminiscent of the mess that was series 7, despite the appearance of a promising new Doctor.
David Chase, never left alone since he blacked out The Sopranos, says something, says something else, and is for the most part completely misunderstood.
This one goes out to the one I left behind. Another prop has occupied my time. This one goes out to the one I love.
The story is right there! Don’t over think it. It is a sequel. Sequels should be simple, stupid!
In which thoughts on director Alan J. Pakula and cinematographer Gordon Willis’s paranoid ’70s trilogy are thunk.
A childhood favorite I should have left alone.
Let’s pretend Little Red Riding Hood was born today and her mom was Courtney Love.
Rainer Werner Fassbinder is one of the more colorful directors in movie history. To put it mildly. To put it another way, he was a madman.
On the bright side, following this film’s destruction, you might be able to afford an apartment on Russian Hill.
“She could have been eaten by a whale? Or punched out by Kid McCoy?”
Calvary pokes your conscience with a stick to see if it’ll twitch. Depending on the answer, you might laugh or get cross. Or both.
The question Blue Ruin brought to mind was something nebulous about what makes a movie “good.” Because, on the one hand, Blue Ruin is in many ways a very good movie. On the other, it’s not really about anything other than being a good movie.
Let the zombie banquet begin!