I wrote a little about Mile 22 and why nobody seems to matter as much as Mark Wahlberg in Peter Berg’s recent films. Check it out, at the Hollywood Reporter:
Monkey Shines is even better and stranger than I remember (I may even be underrating it). Such a potent, careful nightmare of emasculation, save perhaps for Jason Beghe’s distracting Brando Lite tics. Still: what a thrill to see this holds up. And a good print, too.
Overjoyed with relief that the scene where he goes down on her works. I completely forgot about that. But it’s even kinkier and more sexy than I had hoped. The film in a nutshell:…
As if Lucio Fulci had made The Thing. No, wait: as if Lucio Fulci's biggest fan had made The Thing. No, no, as if Lucio Fulci's biggest fan cross-bred The Thing with Night of the Living Dead. No wait it's Hellraiser and Lovecraft and oh god there's just so many unsynthesized influences here good god no waiiiiiit... More soon at RogerEbert.com.
I read your review of "The Hateful Eight" after watching the film last night. I agree with many of your arguments, but only a few of your conclusions. You say that you found the film's nihilistic perspective to be troubling, and concluded that Tarantino, as a political filmmaker, has lost your good faith. You add that the sadistic quality to the film's violence, especially against women, but also during the "big black pecker" speech, bothered you. And that…