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.
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.
Another historical cartoon fantasy over which Tarantino fans may drool copiously.
In which I learn that raising a baby is more complicated than at first I supposed.