Favorite films

  • Miracle
  • An Elephant Sitting Still
  • Lazybones
  • Fire Festival

Recent activity

  • Gemini

  • Ramayana


  • Nabarun


  • Slow Dancing In The Big City


Recent reviews

  • Nabarun



    It's not the poems, fiction, plays, characters and their wicked situations which are charged with power. The power to demand a life lived as one desires. That violent ammunition is loaded in the very eyes and drunken mouths of the silly bottom-dwellers choking on their drug-induced vomit, their booze, their diseased sex in moldy rooms. They are the disturbed, those willing to die. They are legion, addicted to rage and laughter. One day they will come looking for you, your…

  • Videodrome



    Something for everyone. How faded and magenta those original prints must be by now, how stretched those VHS tapes, how those laser discs must skip, how the DVD scratches will still piss us off, how the blu rays still need more light in the interiors and night scenes, how streaming kills the film look. But, anyway you slice it, it's still great giggle fun, Cronenberg san.

    Max's large stomach vagina/pocket-full-of-miracles was a symbol that must invite DC into Bunuel's imagistic…

Popular reviews

  • The Merchant of Four Seasons

    The Merchant of Four Seasons


    I don't believe anyone has the right to comment on this film with any possibility of authority unless that person realizes (even if hidden from view) that he or she is a pig. Me, I'm something of a pig, but unfortunately don't have any faith that anything I say will help us out of our universal barnyard predicament, but I can recommend this film very highly to those who think too much, take long walks alone through the city parks,…

  • All About Lily Chou-Chou

    All About Lily Chou-Chou


    Teddy bears and semi-hard dicks and kites and bullies and the school nurse fanning an under-worked imagination, and emo pianos and thin soporific voices and let's take a dreamy vacation and vomit on the floor and piss from the bridge and break shit and look stupefied for years and hold a green apple and sing like little angels and get all video camera saturated and digital camera misty and forget where we are and follow cul de sacs into nowhere…