My favorites are four of my favorites, not my four favorites. Cause who makes a top four list?
I lived in Florida from the age of ten through twenty-five, and I’ve been in San Francisco for twenty years now. So, when it comes down to it, I don’t remember anything about “Florida Man,” or if there was some great chasm between the left and the right, or the boomers and the Gen-Xers. I was a kid, and I made a few good choices, and a bunch of bad ones. I played a lot of tennis, and ____________________-ed a _________________…
Today I wrapped up teaching my second semester-long high school film class. Last year it was in distance learning, and this year it was in the classroom. I had the kids rank the films we watched, and the most pleasant surprise was how high they ranked Days of Heaven. Gorgeous as it is, I thought it might be a bit too slow and light on plot for them. Thankfully, I was wrong!
As cliche as it sounds, Days of Heaven is…
The danger in continuing Antoine Donel’s story is that he grows up. He suddenly transorms from a scrappy rapscallion to a needy creeper. Economical storytelling is having your protagonist friend-zoned in ten minutes, so he still has twenty minutes left to diversify his stalker portfolio.
I haven’t lost faith in Antoine yet, but he kinda 400 blew in this film.
A gloriously bizarre score bookends a sobering film about the lives of Tokyo prostitutes. It reminded me a bit of Lizzie Borden’s Working Girls, in that it depicts the day to day of sex work as arduous and often mundane. The Anti-Prostitution bill debate highlights that while men can visit the red light district with impunity, women wear the scarlet letter for doing the only work that can pay them decent money.
Kenji Mizoguchi always finds shattering ways to underscore the…
At first, Phil, Benedict Cumberbach’s character in Jane Campion’s The Power of the Dog, seems almost cartoonishly cruel. He browbeats seemingly everyone for not being as manly as he is. He attacks his brother George (Jesse Plemons), his brother’s new wife Rose (Kirsten Dunst), and Rose’s effeminate son Pete (Kodi Smit-McPhee). There doesn’t seem to be much to Phil beyond a propensity for clinging to his brother at all costs, and avoiding bathing at all costs.
As the film goes on,…