These last three Coppolas are utterly godly.
Argento's Red Line 7000. Genius-tier experiment that I wish I was more enthusiastic about but ultimately its high-modernist crumminess felt redundant and not as good when compared to Suspiria and Inferno and wasted when compared to Lynch's use of iMovie effects in Twin Peaks: The Return. Sorry, Mike.
Last year I had a reading linking 80s action movies to Christian painting in their concern with expressing the resilience and beauty of the male body undergoing trials by fire. Indeed it's difficult to watch a film like Rambo: First Blood Part II, particularly the torture scenes where Stallone's glistening muscles are bound in a cruciform position without recalling a sort of Christian image. Matthias Stom's Christ Crowned with Thorns is the most obvious point of reference for that film…
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Meat's been the metaphor since Potemkin, but Eisenstein never had the postmodern late capitalist order of last men to sink his teeth into. And it's not really metaphor but rather the natural extension of the ideologies of the system. But straightforward critique isn't really Roth's MO. Hell, he's the most psycho-delic auteur since Aldrich, less interested in deconstructing the logic of a system or presenting it as a common enemy than he is making an unhinged spectacle of menace. The…