"One can spend too much of one's life locked in stuffy rooms, seeking out obscure truths. Searching, researching, until one is too old to enjoy life."
^Damn, Professor Bernstein didn't have to call me out like THAT.
My favorite way to appreciate films is to appreciate what I see every day of my life: the people in front of me. I like to collect the details, a gathering of brushstrokes adding up on the canvas to…
Bijou isn't really a film. It's an experience.
Everything that director/writer/cinematographer Wakefield Poole presents onscreen in the course of 75 minutes is part of a complete thought, a fully realized idea. Certain works are especially revered by devotees of the Golden Age of Porn, and while some could arguably be better than others, Bijou remains one of the era's greatest achievements - at least in the gay adult canon - because Poole's creative sensibilities elevate this production to the realm…
"He's great when it comes to training, but what's he like in the clutch?"
What a pick for Memorial Day! I can feel the freedom surging all through me. USA! USA!
I had a truly splendiferous time watching this cycling classic on a recommendation from yarb, who got to experience it vicariously through me as I texted him far too many screenshots of Kevin Costner's absolutely ridiculous mustache all throughout this joy ride. I hate to imagine the number of…
"Look here, you stubborn girl. Do you want to compromise me?"
"YES!"
You want a love that fills you with an unscratchable itch, the prominent mark of the Mount of Venus, a joy that leaves you positively vibrating with laughter. Love for breakfast, love for lunch, love for dinner, with some sweet, sticky, sugar worship on top. Our Shakespearean theater idol Basil Underwood (Leslie Howard) may be a naughty boy with just such a roving eye and hungry heart, but…
"You know what I thought when I first saw you? I thought, 'If only I could touch her, then everything'd be alright.' You make me feel like I've come back to life. Isn't that funny? I always thought that being alone was just something that a man had to put up with. It was like I just got used to it."
I should like to live inside the poetry of a moment like any of these. To sense that I…
"You're an amazing girl. I mean it!"
"I'm not so extraordinary."
"You're beautiful!"
"That's not gonna stop me from killing you."
"But you're still beautiful…"
AKA: How Wendell Got His Groove Back. It only took a kidnapping, a bit of bondage, dog food, candle wax and some blood kink, but look, is anything in life ever impossible?
Hey, I'm not here to police whatever anyone else seeks out in pursuit of pleasure. Be it via a saxophone, nail polish, motorcycling…
