A series of unexpected absurdities.
Herzog’s Stroszek is an odd amalgamation of biographical subject matter mixed with a fictional narrative which then transported to the dilapidated prairie town of Railroad Flats, Wisconsin.
Not sure how Herzog is able to do this, but once again he’s able to practically smother the entire film in a palpable sense of humanity. Is it the use of non-professional actors? Is it the heart-wrenching performance from Bruno S.? Maybe it has something to do with…
Writer/director titan Mike Leigh presents the sweeping, grandiose history of guttural utterances during the 1800s. Oddly enough, he chose the great landscape painter J.M.W. Turner as our tour guide as Mr. Turner chaperons the viewer through a veritable cornucopia of sudden throaty happenings.
So many grunts are presented within the film's 150 minute run-time, which is by all means the perfect cinematic length for grunting. Just to keep things lively though Leigh does, on occasion, sprinkle in a decent amount…
Often times certain films hold a special place in my heart, as I am sure the same can be said of almost everyone else. My memory of The Royal Tenenbaums involves a group of friends driving one hour (both ways) to Baltimore to catch it at the Charles Theater. At the time, that was the only way to see Wes Anderson’s newest film, since growing up in a small town in Pennsylvania, one did not have the opportunity to see…
My mouth was agape, awestruck for the entire duration.
I know I claimed Spirited Away to be the best animated film ever, but now I just don't know anymore. Are these two tied? Is this the best animated film? Is it still Spirited Away?
Demon worms, rotting boar carcasses, cursed forearms, a red elk, bobblehead tree spirits, a goofy looking Forest God that turns into a giant, translucent glob of sparkling water, detached limbs and heads, wolves, hangry apes, more…