Die! Die! Die, my Darling.

This is usually classified as an “escape” film, but it is much more telling to classify it as a movie about problem solving.

Wayne huffs and puffs about the Irish countryside, piss-drunk and full of rage over not being able to throw Maureen O’Hara down on the bed and have his swaggering way with her.

A documentary on Madonna’s rise through the music industry?

We see the emotions and behavior of individuals–courage, fear, rage–but the flow and outcome of the combat are mechanical.

Is it possible to be moved by a film that you don’t quite understand?

Fireworks are supposed to be brilliant and glorious, but these look like explosions of mud.

one of the greatest camp classics of modern times

“As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods, they
kill us for their sport.”

- Hitchcock is one of cinema’s great misanthropes, perhaps the greatest.