The Diary of A Teenage Girl Contains Sex And Art And A Search For Self. But Mostly Sex.
What’s this? A non-moralizing coming-of-age movie about a teenage girl? Tis rare indeed, but here it is, in all its ’70s glory.
Category Archives: Active Observation
The Monolith Monsters, And Other Tales of Weird ‘50s Sci-Fi
In which killer rocks from outer space come for our women.
Reservoir Dogs Still Packs A Punch
Tarantino’s debut is no cakewalk.
Mission: Impossible – Rogue Nation Finally Gets It Right
Saying it’s the best in the series may not be saying a lot, but it’s saying something. Something like: Gosh, this ain’t half bad.
Ant-Man Does Little Right
This is a film full of shrinking potential.
Sleepaway Camp: All About The Ending
In which we examine the fabled slasher video hit with the crazy-pants ending.
Bend Over, Here Comes Kingsman: The Secret Service
Matthew Vaughn’s Kingsman: The Secret Service is so clever it’s not clever at all.
Chappie: Part Weird, Part Crappy
Neill Blomkamp’s third movie, Chappie, is more enjoyable than his second, Elysium, but so is being poked in the eye with a sharp stick.
The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T., In Which Dr. Seuss’s Brain Blows Up
A classic of weird from 1953. Grab your blue beanie and check it out with me
Vampire Children: On Dracula’s Daughter & Son of Dracula
Exhuming two sequels of old to find they do make sequels like they used to: badly.
Joe Dante’s Piranha Bites. In A Good Way.
In which I watch, for the first time ever, this most beloved Jaws rip-off.
A Poem Is A Naked Person: In Which Les Blank Wanders Around With Leon Russell
A painterly documentary about Leon Russell finally sees the light of day.
The Testament of Dr. Mabuse Is Going to Travel Through Time to Skull F*** You
Gunfights. Exploding buildings. Car chases. Murder. Insanity. One tough cop and one diabolical, unstoppable criminal mastermind — perhaps the world’s first super villain. And all this in 1933, thanks to Fritz Lang.
Dope: Risky Business in South Central
If Princeton needs men like Joel, then Harvard needs men like Malcolm, Hollywood needs men like Famuyiwa, and America needs to kick itself into shape, take a long look in the mirror, and demand an answer to the question: ‘what the fuck?’