• Licorice Pizza

    Licorice Pizza

    "Fuck off, teenagers!"

    did u know that movies can never die? As long as time keeps ticking and life stays strange there will be stories to be told, picked like shiny lint from the dusty pockets of worn trousers. Licorice Pizza is one of those: an acne film of haven't-I-stopped-growing stubborn pains that cook red and sore in a matter of glances, burst the day you've named them and leave a texture scar. At Gary's age every bump into an…

  • The Power of the Dog

    The Power of the Dog

    Hmm, yes and no

    There's lots of good here. The camerawork reminds me of Eliza Hittman's Beach Rats through its turning of the female gaze onto projected masculinity in order to expose, largely through actions, sublimated emotions, symbols, motifs, and visual innuendos. Both films even have a sensual shared smoke at their climax. What I found most intriguing in Campion's film is how these projections stacked up against objective character sheets. Phil is the most educated brother, yet he rejects…

  • The Earrings of Madame de...

    The Earrings of Madame de...

    Wow! there's so much going on here. Feels ahead of its time in how fat it is on character and nuance, but also in its use of taut, loud silences, and sideways glances. Taut, but not restrained: the melodrama! shredded love letters carried by a snowy gale; fainting women; "I don't love you. I don't love you." Ugh, it's so earnest it makes me wanna puke (in a good way?) I also adore the characters pinned in by their Mountains…

  • Marketa Lazarová

    Marketa Lazarová

    I was having pagan dreams of rolling heads when I woke once more thinking of you.

    Eggers-core: as in feeling as if it is born of the time of its setting, with no irony cast upon its belief system (folk art from the folk within the art). Marketa Lazarova opens with a visitation, so here, that means that the earth is the realm of evil, exiled from divinity, and waiting to be saved. I wish all masterpieces were as weird as this one.

    "Look. The solitude of death."

  • 20th Century Women

    20th Century Women

    ... And I never saw the end of cuckoo's nest

  • West Side Story

    West Side Story

    I'm sure the new one is good, but also like, come on.

  • C'mon C'mon

    C'mon C'mon

    "My dear Mr Kappus,

    You shall not go without greetings from me at Christmas time, when you are perhaps finding your solitude harder than usual to bear among all the festivities. But if you notice that it is great, then be glad of it; for what (you must ask yourself) would a solitude be that was not great? There is only one solitude, and it is vast and not easy to bear and almost everyone has moments when they would…

  • Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

    Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

    If an ADD epidemic results in the electric understanding of storytelling and emotional backbone of Phil Lord's writing, then so be it. Can't think of a better superhero movie this side of The Dark Knight

  • The Matrix

    The Matrix

    it's like so good and i dislike it so much, you know?

  • Shoot the Piano Player

    Shoot the Piano Player

    a riot! a romp! a feast! j'adore

  • The Spy Who Came in from the Cold

    The Spy Who Came in from the Cold

    Burton's eyes man. Piercing as much as they are a gesture to pierce back. Sometimes they're a wall and you can't, but sometimes they're out rampantly angry and at other times they're schoolboy scared.
    There's a shot where he walks sullenly from a bar onto a London street sketched in gradual tones of dimming grey, and it starts to rain, and it just makes the shot greyer. And my mum said sarcastically "makes you want to be a spy, doesn't it?" Then, not sarcastically, "So anti-Bond."

  • The Great Silence

    The Great Silence

    Pulp and mysticism. Corbucci seems to be really good at building self-contained universes brimming with emblems. Little bloody myths. This is kinda the other face to Django's arid, Diavolo coin. The frosty backdrop stokes a cosier, melancholic warmth in its characters. The romance sub-plot, for example, which upon introduction feels pretty arbitrary, culminates in a love scene that is surprisingly tender and sensual for a film like this. It's due in large part to Morricone, who is just the…