In which with a certain morose ennui we muse upon what, lately, has been watched
Seems like a good time to talk about death.
In which Charles Willeford’s steamy Floridian art-noir is moved to Italy. Hm.
Another Python goes.
A list! A list! Hooray, a list!
An unlikely ending reveals the evil genius of the Sith.
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At one time Greer thought he saw something different but he was mistaken. What he saw was exactly the same as what he had been seeing. He thought that it was smaller but then he realized that it was exactly the same size as everything else.
Time continues to get wider in Michael Apted’s lifelong documentary project.
Plenty of amusement, minus much mystery.
A movie in search of a point.
Martin Scorsese, a man who knows a little about movies, stirred up the denizens of the interwebs recently when, referring to Marvel’s superhero whoop-de-doos, he said, “I don’t see them. […]
It’s all Gilliam, after all, and what more do you want in a movie?
Three actors. Three movies. Three gods. You have been warned.