Favorite films

  • Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
  • Lost in Translation
  • Short Term 12
  • American Honey

Recent activity

  • That Obscure Object of Desire

  • Picnic at Hanging Rock

  • The Way We Were

  • The Last Picture Show

Recent reviews

  • That Obscure Object of Desire

    That Obscure Object of Desire

    I’m ashamed to admit this, as I’m not sure what horrible things it says about my psyche, but: somehow my brain refused to alert me that two different actresses were playing Conchita. And not only two different actresses, but two wildly different actresses at that. I knew I felt disoriented but I couldn’t put my finger on why — how far our subconscious bends to fit patterns where none exist, to return to normalcy even when all signs point to chaos. Immediately…

  • The Way We Were

    The Way We Were

    I found this one quite a bit more lovely than its reputation suggested. Streisand is obviously fantastic, and is far and away the best reason to watch this movie: she owns every scene. But I also feel like reviewers give Redford too little credit — or, rather, they give Pollack & Co. too little credit for crafting a believable character. Maybe it has to do with watching this so soon after THE LAST PICTURE SHOW and bringing with me some of…

Popular reviews

  • Mektoub, My Love: Intermezzo

    Mektoub, My Love: Intermezzo

    I’ve witnessed the worst film in competition by miles, and its name is MEKTOUB. Like Louis CK’s leaked standup, Kechiche takes every valid complaint lobbed at BLUE IS THE WARMEST COLOR and quadruples down, this time without so much as a pretense of theme. Contemptible, male gazing garbage. Some 75% of the audience walked out during the premiere; those that stayed, I imagine, only did so out of morbid curiosity.

    Here’s a summary of the 3.5 hour film: 30 mins…

  • Dirty Grandpa

    Dirty Grandpa

    Letterboxd Missed Connections, 01/24/16, San Francisco, California

    To the young white male with the hoodie and plug earrings who sat behind me during Dirty Grandpa.

    You probably don't remember me, but we both attended today's 4:50 pm showing at the Century Cinemas on Market St. I sat in row 11 or so, slightly to the left. You sat in row 14, dead center. I believe you came alone, though you seem to believe you were surrounded by friends. You had…