I do my very best to see all the movies.
He Who Shaped in Time.
The Artist who emphatically employed as protean visual conceit the formless element Water as effortlessly as his poet father employed simile and syncopated syllables.
Depending on *which* masterpiece of Andrei's you appreciate, you wrestle with a different shape of Proteus while you search for meaning on the proverbial Pharos island shores; different contextual expressions bolster and fortify each masterwork's employment of H20.
In the opening sequence of Solaris, the surface of a gently…
Speechless the first time I saw Tarko's bizarre spin on The Wizard of Oz, I, now, thankfully got a couple two three words or so on a masterpiece that changed the way I watched movies forever.
What this particular Russian master accomplishes with color, slow zooms, long takes and three guys walking through industrial blight should make all constructs of silver screen brain drain produced on billion dollar budgets blush with only the deepest red hues.
So what is accomplished?…
Diary of a Country Priest.
Tarko's favorite movie, his #1.
I managed to finish this challenging, morose picture in one sitting despite feeling near constant dread; upon conclusion, all of a sudden, I had a new perspective on Solaris, Mirror, Stalker, Nostalghia, and my favorite film of all time, Andrei Roublev. Bresson's minimal, spare tale of a country priest journaling his struggles with crippling stomach pain and an unruly congregation formulates Tarko's artistic mission with precise brevity. Bresson captures a…
Where do you personally draw the line between inspiration and derivation?
Well I couldn't help but apply the latter to the Appalchian Cleaver Massacre as it applied so many moments from the obvious, similar cornerstone film but failed to understand its deeper purpose behind the splatter; although titled Butchers, the film is so clearly in debt to Tobe Hooper and so deeply in the shadow of his most famous film, I couldn't help but take liberty in rearrarranging the letters…
A sobering work of investigative journalism, Q: Into the Storm breathed some hope into my taste for modern documentaries. Although procedurally quite fair to its subjects, the film can feel a bit of a puff-piece to some incorrigible folks; clearly Mr. Cullen trusts his audiences to form their own opinions about the twisted subject-jesters that love to dance in the dark muck of the DMZ between free speech and words of violent incitement.
Why is the film successful then, in…
Finally, I have reached the Spheres of Heaven after climbing the hills of Tubi Purgatorio...and the grand, silent voice of God came to me in a sleepless night where I was flipping through Shudder and noticed a movie that simply didn't belong on the platform: Manhunter.
Within 5 minutes of the opening of the film I had fallen in love, and 45 minutes in I decided to start it over with my wife the following morning. Michael Mann creates a…