Staged like a play set in an Algerian hammam, I Still Hide to Smoke focuses on a single afternoon when women come to bath, massage, talk, argue and smoke, far from the influences of husbands, brothers, fathers and imams. As they shed their outer garments, they shed their public and family lives, becoming their own complex, unique selves, yet bonded to each other as women struggling to make their way in a world that is fraught with dangers both physical…

Foxfur is Damon Packard's wonderfully chaotic collage of rambling plot and mysterious phenomena that mirrors perfectly the rambling plot and mysterious phenomena of new age/conspiracy icons like David Icke, one of the film's main characters. My love for this film is fueled largely by my love for one of its key locations, the now defunct Bodhi Tree bookstore in L.A. where I spent some good hours perusing shelves and here spoofed, somewhat correctly, as a repository of new age fuzzy…

In 1974, an unrelenting brownness was spreading across the world. Natural was the password and organic was becoming more than a branch of chemistry. The Marxist ideologies of 1968 were still in the air. Hippiedom was on its deathbed but still breathing as it became co-opted and institutionalized. A disillusioned baby boom generation was settling for tweed, corduroy and shag haircuts. Still looking for answers, our eyes settled on the perceived values of pre-industrial cultures to salve the atrocities of…