I really like this movie—not sure how not to like an eyepatched Christopher Plummer spinning gleefully in his huge swivel chair while chortling up lines from Shakespeare with six pounds of prosthetic shit on his face—but let's not forget Spock slapping the phaser out of Valeris' hand in a really angry, DV sort of way, and then mentally violating and torturing her for information. It's gross.
I watched this as a prelude to seeing Maleficent, for the first time since I was a very young child. At a scant 75 minutes, its plot is too simple and iconic to forget. But what leapt out at me, viewing the film as an adult, is how thinly-disguised its explorations of patriarchal sexuality are.
Because, really, who wins in the end? The two kings, one of whom assigns his young son to marry the other's newborn girl, in a…
I saw When Marnie Was There this morning. By evening I was on my way to the theater to see it again. That's a first for me.
It wasn't just that my local cinema provided both dubbed and subtitled screenings. Sure, I wanted to see both versions. But more than that, I wanted to return to the world of this movie because it stirred some deep nerve cluster that connected my childhood to my adulthood. That's a quality that I've…