• Invention for Destruction

    Invention for Destruction

    If this is paradise
    I wish I had a lawnmower

    (David Byrne)

    I’m grateful there aren’t a lot of movies like Invention for Destruction. My poor little heart couldn’t take it. Things this imaginative and singular are just too overwhelming. The mind struggles to process such inventive imagery. 

    After it ended, I searched for a film that was drab and dull and uninspired. Fortunately, our current world is drowning in computer generated mediocrity; allowing me to find something immediately. Phew. 

    It’s a wonderful time to be alive. 
    We’re all so lucky.

  • The Snowy Day

    The Snowy Day

    I was following the pack; all swallowed in their coats, with scarves of red tied 'round their throats. To keep their little heads from fallin' in the snow. And I turned 'round and there you go. And, Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime. 
    (Robin Pecknold)

  • Little Women

    Little Women

    Watched this with my wife and daughter during Christmas. Probably the highlight of our holiday. Such a wonderful film. Adored it with every fibre of my being. I stupidly avoided getting around to it because the material felt overly familiar. However, the structural machinations (amongst many other things) made it feel like I was experiencing the story for the first time. 

    If you’re intelligent enough and at the right age, this is the type of picture that can change your…

  • Vernon, Florida

    Vernon, Florida

    Economy and brevity aren’t the only important things, but it should be noted that Morris achieves here in 55 minutes what Harry Smith’s Anthology of American Folk Music does in 253. He captures a striking portrait of America. The same America found in all of those old wonderful songs. The weird and beautiful America. The America I love with all of my heart. 

    Though the film only cuts lightly into its figures, they bleed poetry profusely. Many of these people…

  • Return of the Jedi

    Return of the Jedi

    Jelly Roll Morton, Art Tatum, Bill Evans, Thelonious Monk, Dave Brubeck, Herbie Hancock...

    All extraordinary. All geniuses. But if we’re asking who is the greatest pianist of all-time – and not limiting ourselves to earthlings – there’s only one answer to the question: Max Rebo

    If you already knew this, then the excitement and jubilation I felt that day shouldn’t come as a surprise...

    It was late afternoon. My wife was returning home from getting some groceries. As she walked through…

  • Soul

    Soul

    Profundity is always more effective as a whisper than a scream, and this unfortunately felt like somebody shouting loudly in my ear. 

    Still though, the Reznor/Ross score is incredible (I’d even rank it above their work on The Social Network). Also, if half the DPs and Directors out there cared as much about lighting as Pixar, cinema would be a much better place.

  • Picture a Perfect Christmas

    Picture a Perfect Christmas

    I thought about something my father used to say...

    Sometimes when you’re going about your day, you might come across an asshole or two. But if you come across eight or nine or ten of them... Guess what? You’re the asshole. 

    Over the years, I’ve watched several of these Hallmark Christmas movies. I’ve never liked them. They’re all pretty terrible. 

    But you know what? Maybe they’re not terrible. Maybe there’s nothing wrong with them. Maybe it’s me that’s the problem.…

  • Nanook of the North

    Nanook of the North

    "...and folks dressed up like Eskimos…"

    In Mel Tormé‘s defence, Inuit doesn’t rhyme with Nose or Knows.

  • Batman Returns

    Batman Returns

    Until a film studio comes along that’s brave enough to adapt my erotic, Yuletide novella, Up Your Chimney*, this will remain the horniest Christmas movie of all-time. 

    *If ever published, the back of the book’s jacket would read as such: 

    In a series of sexually arousing adventures throughout Victorian London, Saint Nicholas successfully convinces a number of young, voluptuous maidens that engaging in sodomy does not negate their virginal status. 

    Every edition will feature several handsomely crafted lithographs accompanied with…

  • Tex Avery: King of Cartoons

    Tex Avery: King of Cartoons

    Picked up the new Tex Avery 
    Screwball Classics
    collection from Warner Archive. I was planning on saving it till Christmas – I pictured the family sitting around eating sweets and watching classic cartoons (it’s the one genre everyone in the house agrees on) – but I couldn’t resist and viewed it this past weekend. 

    Unable to express how amazing it is. It’s so funny and so smart (Avery undoubtedly belongs in the conversation of greatest directors). It’s without question my…

  • Point Break

    Point Break

    A face on a lover with a fire in his heart. A man under cover but you tore me apart. Now I've found a real love; you'll never fool me again...

  • Closely Watched Trains

    Closely Watched Trains

    Are the Czechs the funniest people on earth? 

    From Kafka to Kundera to Jaromír Jágr’s haircut – there’s plenty of evidence to indicate that they are. 

    If Cheers is the greatest workplace comedy for television, Closely Watched Trains could rightfully hold this title for film. It’s essentially just Cheers at a train station with the Nazis filling in for Gary's Olde Town Tavern.