American Hustle vs. American Gangster
Eat the damn thing, kid. It’s a good movie. Tastes like Serpico.
Eat the damn thing, kid. It’s a good movie. Tastes like Serpico.
And I mean that in the worst way possible.
“What’s past is prologue,” wrote that clever chap Shakespeare. “Study the past, if you would divine the future,” wrote that thoughtful fellow Confucius.
Wherein various items arise for discussion, not least of which are the three indie movies named above.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. Or these two.
Women, right? Can’t live with ’em—so they say—unless you’re lucky, or you are one, or you live with, I dunno, a mother who loves you or something. You do have […]
Three movies full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, and sometimes you pry your eyelids open with toothpicks. Last month’s Netflix queue viewing was a respectable mix of all three.
What movies of interest are coming your way this month, you lovely Bay Area folks? Come on inside and we’ll fill you in.
I cannot tell a lie: I’ve not been a big proponent of The Hunger Games thus far.
In which we go back 40 years to the ‘70s to remember the ‘60s, then ahead 20 years to the ‘90s to remember the ‘70s.
Let’s have a nice, friendly chat about Godard and his most beloved movie, Contempt.
Walker, Alex Cox’s 1987 sort-of-but-not-really biopic about William Walker, an American who in the 1850s became President of Nicaragua, is a very weird movie.
You’re dying. In twenty years, or in six months, or on this coming Wednesday you’re going to die. Whichever it is; there’s no escape. So what are you doing with […]