Monday, July 28 2003
It's like spending 99 minutes in a room a person you don't like in the least.
A sweet, subtle slice-of-life drama about the sexual awakening of two gay teenagers whose home lives are less than perfect.
Tuesday, July 22 2003
Monday, July 21 2003
The Vampire King looks like someone tossed a banana cream pie in his face and left it there.
Screenwriter William De Los Santos calls Spun a 'love story'.
The Mouse That Roared is that rare nuclear holocaust flick you can watch with the kids.
In Hiroshima Mon Amour, Resnais and his screenwriter, French novelist Marguerite Duras, show their debts to the Modernists.
Jan Svankmajer's films, surreal transformations of everyday objects into living creatures, are intensely visceral.
More troubling than the melodramatic disintegration of Jonas' personal life is The Carpetbaggers' depiction of Hollywood's exploitation of female sexuality.
Monday, July 14 2003
'I think I'm pregnant,' Roman Polanski coos beguilingly to the mirror in his 1976 film, The Tenant.
We're surrounded by spin all the time and I think that many times people who spin for a living really don't know the truth anymore because, I guess, they have to believe so much in the spin that they are spinning.
'What I learned seeing the movie is that yes, you do lose that ability to go into people's minds, but you gain Meryl Streep's ability to separate an egg, in a way that tells you everything you need to know about who that person is at that point.'"
Forget about Freddy and Dr. Lecter. Das Experiment is a truly terrifying film.
Sunday, July 13 2003
With the DVD release of Ryan Adams: Live in Jamaica for the Music in High Places series comes some serious anticipation for which personality has been committed to the digital video format.
Monday, June 30 2003
'One of the things about the Presidency is that you're somewhat apart.'
As one fan observes, 'Charlie's Angels' represented an 'escape from traditional feminine constraints, at least as far as '70s television was capable.'
It's easy to deride the Farrellys' work, to dismiss their brand of humor or their dogged efforts to be 'politically incorrect.' Still, they serve more substantive functions than dosing 12-year-old boys with chickens-up-the-butt jokes.
As Parker Posey dances around the library to a club beat, Daisy von herler Mayer's songless musical is briefly in full bloom.
'One is always struck when in Jamaica, [by] the absolute beauty of the island in contrast with the poverty.'"