All I want is one lousy priceless diamond of international significance. Is that too much to ask?
The innocuous looking and sounding Forest Lane is quite real. It’s the maps that pull the wool.
In which, by way of SFIFF entry Harmony Lessons, I ponder the film festival drama as its own genre, one I may have no business opining upon.
“Take your stinking paws off me, you damn dirty ape!”
A race! Over a girl! I wonder how it will end?
They’re everywhere. Waiting. Watching. Rustling in the breeze. Flowering, some of them, the dirty bastards. Plants. Shrubs, trees, perennials, grass. Everywhere you look. Biding their sweet time. Shrug off the […]
There’s little under the skin of Under The Skin. It’s a movie as visual and auditory experiment.
With their bobbling heads, their self-important crowing, and their puffed-up plumage, it is quite difficult to look a rooster in the eye and take its opinions seriously.
War is a madhouse, religion is a joke, and suicide is painless.
Some films are erotic; others stand naked.
There are few real artists left, suggests Jarmusch. And they are mostly vampires.
Ne’er has there been a more aptly named film than 2 Fast 2 Furious.
Follow me as I continue my Indiana Jones-like journey of discovery into the world of French director Robert Bresson. Will I find any golden idols? We can only hope.
Possibly — just possibly — that head was making out with your mom last night.