This film had nothing to say for the first 50 minutes or so, at least, until Will Oldham shows up and when he does he just outright states, in monologue, what the film will attempt to divulge in the rest of its runtime. 50 minutes or so, and it has nothing to say. Not one bit of insight. Just mopey Affleck gazing at shit under a sheet or mopey Affleck mumbling about I'm not sure what because he's mumbling the…

Often times certain films hold a special place in my heart, as I am sure the same can be said of almost everyone else. My memory of The Royal Tenenbaums involves a group of friends driving one hour (both ways) to Baltimore to catch it at the Charles Theater. At the time, that was the only way to see Wes Anderson’s newest film, since growing up in a small town in Pennsylvania, one did not have the opportunity to see…

If you're ready for 3 hours of floundering in filth, staggerstumbling through the muck and mire shitscape that is Akanar, swathed in an incomprehensible steamfog, perpetually rolling through the frame, enveloping everyone and everything...Medieval times as alien...future as past...cyclical oppression and barbarinism shot through documentarian-observer style with reportage style camerawork showcasing cultural and academic destitution where the townfolk administer ladlefulls of a lacquerlike substance over an endless array of noosehung bodies transforming the swaying corpses into public ornaments sparkling in…