In which we throw two documentaries into a fiery, erupting volcano that we may watch them fight it out.
A movie so real it could only be a movie.
Rend your rictus with screams of inchoate rage and explode my face with eldritch fire. I love you Stay Puft.
In which I plunge into the obscene depths of the most outrageous autobiography ever written.
In which Lost Soul: The Doomed Journey…, a new documentary on the making of The Island of Dr. Moreau, and other chronicles of mad jungle adventures are thunk upon.
The Soviet Union was a strange place. Strange to anyone who didn’t live there, and, I’d have to expect, strange to those who did.
There’s what a film appears to be and what a film is, and seldom the twain shall meet, alone, at night, in Iran, with a vampire.
Watching Europa Report, a found footage science fiction movie from 2013, I realized why it is I’ve never liked found footage movies: they’re fake.
Of desperate men and burning landscapes, imagined and real.
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 […]