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Favorite films

  • And When I Die, I Won't Stay Dead
  • Overgames
  • In the Future, They Ate from the Finest Porcelain
  • The Club

Recent activity

  • Masada


  • Hell in the Pacific


  • The Last Detail


  • Sin Nombre


Recent reviews

  • Sunset Song

    Sunset Song


    Judgment and condemnation hang over the characters in Sunset Song like a dead weight threatening to drop, a toxic duo that controls, terrifies, punishes and destroys the people surrounding Chris Guthrie, the story's main character. Under that weight life becomes tedium and it is impossible to see beyond the limits of obligation. Stirring in the pervasive male hegemony creates a small and fearful life from which we are begging and pleading Chris to escape. She holds within her the hope…

  • Belle Vie

    Belle Vie


    Might contain spoilers. Belle Vie is such a sad film. A hardworking immigrant from France with a wonderful small bistro in West L.A. gets hit so hard by the pandemic that he is forced to close his doors. The film prompts so many questions about public health, politics and economics. How could we have done better? Were small businesses treated unfairly? What could we do in the future to protect people like Vincent Samarco? I'm sure that he will be…

Popular reviews

  • A Short Film About Love

    A Short Film About Love


    This is a short film about what love is not: women as observed sex object; women catering to solipsistic male sex fantasies; tolerance for stalking and sexual harassment; the assumption that women yearn for any attention no matter how harmful. The film is worth watching for Kieslowski's skillful use of composition, lighting and color but it is a study of dated values that have been challenged by feminist ideology and gender politics.

  • Electra, My Love

    Electra, My Love


    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…