It's not how far you go, it's how go you far

Favorite films

  • The Best Years of Our Lives
  • Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
  • Slacker
  • The Manchu Eagle Murder Caper Mystery

Recent activity

  • A Slight Case of Murder


  • Mister Roberts


  • Charley Varrick


  • Crossroads


Recent reviews

  • Crossroads



    Not the best William Powell as recovering amnesiac movie I’ve seen*, but it’s a nifty enough mystery that will keep you at least curious whether his newlywed diplomat has a heinous crime lurking in his past.  Hedy Lamarr, as the diplomat’s wife, isn’t given much to do but be delicate and beautiful, though she excels at both. Basil Rathbone is a terrific foil as the blackmailer who just won’t go away. Not really a noir per se, though it masquerades as such for a few key scenes. Powell and Rathbone cast some impressively long shadows.

    *See I Love You Again. Seriously, go watch it, it’s great.

  • The Rains Came

    The Rains Came


    The narrative is sort of a dual-track redemption story for two unserious Westerners (Myrna Loy and George Brent) who find purpose and love in the wake of a natural disaster in India. The first half is mostly Brent's story, while the (stronger) second half largely focuses on Loy and her relationship with a young Indian doctor (Tyrone Power).

    And that's all fine. But what truly sets this apart is the staggering midpoint disaster sequence, where a devastating earthquake hits just…

Popular reviews

  • Flashdance



    I's basically a 90-minute music video about going after what you want in life. That's what it's about. That and tight glistening buttocks.

    At some point during this I became obsessed with how much Jennifer Beals' character must eat in the course of any given day. Can you imagine how many calories this chick must be burning? Welding, flashdancing, fucking, and riding that bike all over Pittsburgh? (And you know she has to walk that dog at some point.) It's exhausting.

  • Freaky Friday

    Freaky Friday


    The excited look on John Astin's face when Barbara Harris calls him "daddy" is the apex moment of '70s Disney kinkiness.