John Brahm was part of the stream of German directors who immigrated to Hollywood from Hitler's Germany, and there was nothing wrong with his Expressionist eye in these high-contrast spectacles of psychological disturbance.
Cacophonies and Heavenly Choruses: A Cure for the Classical Blues
Paul Theroux's 'Deep South' Takes Us Inside America's Third World
Love Is a Battleworld in 'Secret Wars: Secret Love #1'
The Faces: 1970-1975: You Can Make Me Dance, Sing, or Anything
William Parker: For Those Who Are, Still
Riverside: Love, Fear and the Time Machine
Iron Maiden: The Book of Souls
Noah Gundersen: Carry the Ghost
""If Drivin' N' Cryin' sounded as good in the '80s as we do now, we could have been as big as Cinderella." -- Kevn Kinney