Scout Tafoya

“One hundred years ago on the 21st of April, out in the waters around Spivey Point, a small clipper ship drew toward land...”

Favorite films

  • Wagon Master
  • How Green Was My Valley
  • 7 Women
  • The Long Gray Line

Recent activity

  • Ludwig


  • Lucifer Rising


  • The Cow Who Sang a Song into the Future


  • The Fugitive


Recent reviews

  • Ludwig




    Don't we all wish we could build castles instead of waging war? Even if it means everything burns?

  • Lucifer Rising

    Lucifer Rising



    More than a representation of his talent for composition and rhythm, the movies of Kenneth Anger are like transcriptions of the inside of his soul. So few filmmakers manage to communicate how they feel, how they see the world, what they see when everyone else sees what's right in front of them. Anger's vision was like putting on the They Live glasses, seeing a sensual dimension beneath the ordinary, a Ballardian netherworld of screaming chrome and hellbent innocents. No one did what he did. Now everyone does it. But no one has his conviction. No one has his soul.

Popular reviews

  • Babylon


    This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.


    Sam Cohen was looking for an excuse to leave. We'd gotten a beer at J.M. Curley's a few blocks away from the AMC Boston common, which is sandwiched between buildings on Emerson College’s campus, next-door to the Guy Fieri restaurant and, I think, an escape room. We kvetched about the state of cinema, about how every major awards film was bad, how movies in general were bad now. How we were born at the perfect time to watch cinema…

  • Moonage Daydream

    Moonage Daydream



    Someday someone will make a movie about David Bowie that doesn’t obfuscate his actual achievements and rely on very literal language of myth but uhh today’s not that day. Stupefyingly unimaginative, this uses footage from movies starring Bowie (footage with one set of specific intentions) and footage of movies Bowie probably watched (with a completely different set of intentions at best tangentially related to what Bowie got out of them, at worst horrifically literal interpretations of what Bowie used…