Hectic warehouse crescendos: one
Come on in, and let’s watch the geek bite the head off this chicken…
An unusual case study of two movies based on the same book, each trying to be faithful in its own way.
In which we pit Dennis Hopper and John Malkovich against one another in a fight to the death.
We dare to go where no sane human has gone before, and return with surprising results.
I don’t want to give anything away here, but, um, yeah. This is not a contest. Prepare for the worst.
Andy Summers tells tales of life in The Police.
In which David Cronenberg’s Maps to the Stars and Sion Sono’s Why Don’t You Play in Hell? compete to see which can get cinema drunk on its own death faster.
In which I suffer the slings and arrows of John Carter, Disney’s ludicrous adaptation of Edgar Rice Burroughs’s A Princess of Mars, for your amusement and edification.
It’s a fight to the death! Ishiguro vs. Ivory. Who will dance victoriously over the broken corpse of their enemy?
In which three versions of the same history shed light on the story-tellers behind them.
Finally, the eternal question is answered: why tapeworms, Noah? You leave the dinosaurs and take the tapeworms? We demand an explanation!
Eat the damn thing, kid. It’s a good movie. Tastes like Serpico.
I’ll give this to Lars von Trier: his movies are not ordinary movies. Clearly, this is the only reason I continue, now and again, to watch them, because in most every other respect they are wretched.