On its face, this is a fun-filled documentary about nailing one’s cock to a board…
Spellbound is as close to a perfect movie as you are going to see for a long time.
Americans are not only getting dumber and angrier by the day, we’re a fat fucking lot to boot.
Halfway through Capturing The Friedmans I was thinking that the opening line to my impending review would be, “And you’re surprised Kafka was a Jew.” But then director Andrew Jarecki turned the tables on me. Almost completely. Instead of leaving me with a clear idea of what to think and believe, Jarecki (thankfully) left me […]
It’s much more like a punk rock anthem than a doctoral dissertation, so it doesn’t really matter if the details and nuances are right.
One of my favorite lines ever comes in this discussion, when Bas suggests that we “smack his head into the ambiance” of a bar or restaurant.
For me, 2005 was a year best forgotten. At least I assume so, since I can barely remember any of it. I think I got out to the theater twice, and each time sitting in the dark without any intoxicants to extinguish my thoughts was such a trial, that I kept looking up and expecting […]