Adam and Eve in Austin, with Michael Fassbender as the devil and Patti Smith as patron saint. I could hardly ask for more.
"As far back as she can remember, Brazilian actress Leandra Leal was aware of the transvestite artists of Rio de Janeiro's Rival theater, an establishment originally run by her grandfather. It was one of the first clubs to openly feature men dressed as women. And Leal's first directorial effort, the adoring if aesthetically uneven documentary Divine Divas, pays tribute to eight of these performers as they reunite at the venue for a 50th anniversary performance."
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Tarkin Dead with Chris Hardwick
It's interesting to discover your moral thresholds. In an oft-referenced review of Gillo Pontecorvo's Kapò (1960), Jacques Rivette takes issue with a tracking shot that glides over the freshly deceased body of a character played by Emmanuelle Riva. Writes Rivette: "The man who decides, at that moment, to have a dolly in to tilt up at the body, while taking care to precisely note the hand raised in the angle…
A sober man's study of an intoxicated one. Makes me want to prop Michael Bay in front of it, Clockwork Orange-style, and shout "This is how you do satire!" at deafening decibels. Truthfully, the peanut-brain would probably get off on it…which is how you do satire. Let the morons expose themselves, even as the viewers who fancy they're above it all (myself definitely included) quietly acknowledge the pleasure inherent—per George Carlin—in having gotten a ticket to the freak show. ("One…