Favorite films

  • The Young Girls of Rochefort
  • PlayTime
  • Some Came Running
  • Christ Stopped at Eboli

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  • The Long Goodbye


  • Angel


Pinned reviews

  • The Umbrellas of Cherbourg

    The Umbrellas of Cherbourg


    I’ve been working on this Jacques Demy essay going on 6 years. I’m glad it’s now come to fruition in the Fall 2020 Gagosian Quarterly; you can read it on pg. 96 here: gagosian.com/quarterly/issues/fall-2020/

    At the end of the day, beyond these small words, we can console ourselves with proof of the existence of a few grand miracles in the worlds of Lola, La Baie des Anges, Les Parapluies de Cherbourg, Les Demoiselles de Rochefort, Model Shop, Peau d’Âne, Lady…

  • Certain Women

    Certain Women

    "In my favorite of her films, Reichardt teases us with big climaxes, as big as the bomb exploding the dam in Night Moves, but she instead pivots and ends each of her Certain Women stories in sad, dejected puffs. A would-be gunman (Jared Harris) is captured off-screen, and sits glum-faced in the back of a police car in dead-still embarrassment. Auberjonois simply recedes McCabe-style back into his empty house, into the cobwebs of his jigsaw puzzle, as his memory-scarred native…

Recent reviews

  • Angel



    What a total work of art, to remind you of your anguish and make you confront it. It hits me in the heart, now that I am older, and I know what it means. As in DRIVE MY CAR and LOST IN TRANSLATION, silence and gaps are raised to the highest possible threshold of expressive potential. Barthes was afraid of and generally disliked films, but he can’t claim that because he (to my knowledge) never saw this, which says everything…

  • Octopussy



    Come for Octopussy (😌), stay for Louis Jourdan’s exhausted, king delivery of the line, “Octopussy, Octopussy…”

    Bond and Elvis films were the first movies I remember watching. I could do without most Elvis films, I forgot how nutty Bond can be.

Popular reviews

  • It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World

    It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World


    I had one of the most exciting encounters at a movie theater EVER yesterday, so bear with me.

    Yesterday, I re-watched It's A Mad Mad Mad Mad World (Bland-ley Kramer, 1963) in glorious 70mm at LACMA! It's gotten a lot of hate around these parts for being cataclysmically unfunny. And while I can see why people would think so (Kramer has an awful eye for comedic direction, and the sheer pomposity of his statement that he would make "the comedy…

  • Killer of Sheep

    Killer of Sheep


    I grew up in a South Central L.A. ghetto neighborhood--the corner of 59th Street and Slauson Avenue, to be specific. Every new day was as trivial as the last, and yet as a kid I was never aware of the constant danger surrounding me. I didn't even have an inkling of my family's own poverty, though I had my sneaky suspicions that because we crammed 3 to a room (in a cold apartment that only had two bedrooms and one…