"Have you counted the stars tonight?
Like little birds piercing my heart."
“There's a special rung in hell reserved for people who waste good scotch. Seeing as how I may be rapping on the door momentarily...”
“I must say, damn good stuff, Sir.”
Inglorious Bastards is some damn good stuff!
I despise some of the lame criticism Tarantino gets on being a dialogue driven and viscerally violent filmmaker. Does it is make him any less of an artist then Malick or Tarkovsky? No. Artist paint with different brushes and strokes. His greatest…
Stuff all the Roland Emmerich’s of this world into a boat and let it sink. We need more Denis Villeneuve’s. Arrival meditates on first contact questions I have long pondered but never voiced. Lensed to a purposefully and forcefully perceptive intent orientated meeting of language, sound, discourse and meaning. Sewing together time and memory, a touchingly beautiful retrospection transiently fleeting. Right from the opening scene you know the subplot is integral, a fast shot of life, raising one’s kids. Paralleling…