Harry Belafonte's Ralph Burton is trapped down a mine, but no one comes to save him. When he's struggled to find a way out, he finds the world empty. No one around, cars deserted with the doors wide open, no radio. In the most endearing case of exposition I've ever witnessed, he finds a newspaper with a stark headline: the world is ending. Glad they got that final edition in.
From an abandoned town in Pennsylvania, Ralph makes his way…
Affecting, understated drama about middle-aged Frank, twentysomething Johnny, and an Alsatian. Frank is called one day by Johnny's pregnant wife to say Johnny is in prison after being caught breaking into a house.
Frank visits Johnny in a holding cell, where it becomes clear they were once romantically involved. Johnny tearfully begs Frank to take care of his beloved dog, Evie, but Frank worries about the care dogs require, making it clear he is not able to care for Evie…
While it is quite jarring to see a film open with "SAINT LAURENT" blazoned across the screen before any other names have even been introduced, I loved the immense feeling of intimacy contained in this 31-minute film.
A posh clothing advert, maybe (Hawke and especially Pascal look dashing in their henleys and flannels), but despite this being relatively chaste in terms of physicality, the dialogue is beautifully frank and open, and it's a joy to see love and desire between…
This is getting massively shat upon on Letterboxd, but I loved this. I grew up tall - had to undress yearly in front of "growth doctors" to make sure I didn't grow uncomfortably tall - was always in the same spot in school photos, next to the teacher - was always sat in the back in class because I needed a bigger desk - have worn European size 44 shoes since age 12 - have never learned to walk in…
