they/them. sometimes maker of subconsciously invasive (and horny!) video art and trouble.
the maestro certainly had The Juice for this one. it really doesn’t matter how many times we see it, this will always be our favorite Argento as well as our favorite Giallo; a macabre hauntological Hitchcock inversion scored to abrasive prog-rock and adorned with the most exquisite pulpy textures.
truly feels like something nearly undefinable shifted here - not just for its director, mind. perhaps it’s nothing more than the sinister wind as indicated by the closed captions, which would…
majestic and corny-as-fuck fever dream cinema; highly recommend watching whilst stuffing your face with as many moonshine-drenched raspberries as possible. not even gonna pretend like we didn’t find it to be completely transfixing even at its most incoherent and indulgent. juicy boy season is upon us, loud ‘n proud.
Lynne Ramsay understands children. By setting her marvelous debut in Glasgow during the national garbage strike of the mid-1970's, the writer-director ensures that not one of the city's wayward youth has it easy. Many grow up too fast, become sexual deviants, and treat those who refuse to mature at their inappropriately rapid pace as playthings. Such is the case with James, the endearing protagonist, who in spite of all the grime and cruelty of the times is able to look…
This is a fine example of too much muchness if there ever was one. I admire THE WAILING's ambition, which is to successfully balance all at once old fashioned murder mystery thriller with dopey cop comedy, heart-wrenching family deconstruction drama, and freaky occult horror story but it bites off way more than it can chew and doesn't quite stick the landing on any of them, which is a problem. It's also unnecessarily overlong at over two and a half hours,…