• Count Dracula

    Count Dracula


    Surprisingly boring. Given the filmmaker's reputation, I expected something far sleazier, bloodier, and nuttier. Kinski, eating flies, comes close to delivering on the latter, but his presence only serves to remind that he would later go on to star in what may be the best screen adaptation of Dracula (or rivalled only by Murnau's, at least). I always like seeing Herbert Lom in anything, but Christopher Lee's Count is curiously muted and, despite the hook of him growing younger after each blood feast, disappointingly unsexy. Really, this whole film feels like a series of missed opportunities.

  • Annette



    Annoying as hell, but I can't seem to shake it.

  • kid 90

    kid 90


    Novel for anyone the right age for names like Balthazar Getty and Jonathan Brandis to mean anything to them, and obviously heartfelt, but Frye can't resist the contemporary documentarian's urge to talk over her archival footage, rather than giving it much of a chance to speak for itself. Her treatment of a certain notorious cretin is...interesting in its calculated evasiveness, I guess, but I prefer to think she knows exactly what she's doing.

  • Minnie and Moskowitz

    Minnie and Moskowitz


    Maybe not the best Cassavetes, but probably the funniest.

  • Summer of Soul (...or, When the Revolution Could Not Be Televised)

    Summer of Soul (...or, When the Revolution Could Not Be Televised)


    A good documentary that might have been a landmark concert film had Thompson let the historical footage speak for itself (a first time director, he falls victim to the contemporary documentary's propensity for putting too fine a point on things). Like, you obviously still need to see this, but here's hoping that the deluxe blu-ray box set compiling all of the available performance footage is in the works.

  • Luca



    Pretty, but slight. I appreciate the queer metaphor, but I cannot help but wonder if it might have had more power had the male/male friendship been more of a Splash-type of thing with the fish-boy wanting to stay above water for the sake of a land-boy, rather than other fish-boy representing a drag on his development. Still, there is undoubtedly a generation of gay eight-year-olds right now figuring themselves out through the character of Alberto, so that's something.

  • Maggie Simpson in The Force Awakens from Its Nap

    Maggie Simpson in The Force Awakens from Its Nap


    About equivalent to rating/reviewing a Super Bowl ad, I know, but I did smile at the "You Are Here" gag.

  • The Scarlet Empress

    The Scarlet Empress


    Ridiculous, grotesque, beautiful, horny, and awesome.

  • The Fatal Glass of Beer

    The Fatal Glass of Beer


    Sometimes the funniest movie ever made.

  • First Cow

    First Cow

    I resisted Reichardt for a while, but her last two have finally made me a believer. Here, the sparseness of her approach works to the story's advantage: a fable that requires the directness and simplicity of one.

  • The Vast of Night

    The Vast of Night

    Needed to watch again just to soak in the atmosphere. Great comfort viewing.

  • BPM (Beats per Minute)

    BPM (Beats per Minute)

    I am your pamphleteer.