Offensive. Hilariously emotionally and artistically histrionic. Very often profoundly authentic. Peak queer pop-art. A transcendent trans-cultural narrative collage. Glorious exploitation of “deviant lifestyle” choices punished to the point of utter absurdity. Strobed throughout with complete integrity and earnestness in the form of intercut documentary interviews which give pure voice to its performers between great arcs of exaggerated theatrical emotionalism. Always reminding us that we are only watching a movie. That any criticism of it will always be narrowly focused on…
A radical, marxist, revolutionary, foundational Third Cinema attack on Western values and U.S. cultural imperialism, Jorge Sanjinés’ Blood of the Condor had a profound impact on Bolivian politics at the time of its release and still casts a shadow across Latin American polity to this day.
The film’s accusations that U.S. Peace Corps volunteers sterilized indigenous women of the Quechua ethnic group inspired widespread protests during the late 1960’s, stoked long-simmering anti-U.S. attitudes in Latin America, and led to the…
How much Fellini could a Fellini Fellini if a Fellini could Fellini?
Or... the Fellinist Fellini that Fellini ever Fellinied.
This absolutely does not capture any of the essence of the Edgar Allan Poe story on which it’s based, but I love its pure distillation of the theatrical chaos and artistic self-effacement (but really self aggrandizement) that is the essence of Fellini’s entire body of work. The best movie Wes Anderson ever saw.
Lashana Lynch is given fuck all to do. She’s just another box on the checklist that this movie races to tick off. Ana de Armas, the most joyful "Bond Woman" we've had in years, gets one single action sequence and then vanishes. I give this movie points for hitting some big Bond tropes (like the villain’s island that must be approached via high-tech submarine) and for a few solid action sequences, but otherwise this is dour and un-fun and ultimately…
There are at least two sure ways to know you're on the right side of history...
1. The Black Panthers bring you food during your sit in.
2. The press gives you a bad ass name like "The Occupying Cripple Liberation Army".
That powerhouse and political force of nature Judith Heumann wasn't on the stage during the signing of the ADA, after all that she did, and instead it was a bunch of white dudes, is the fucking story of civil rights movements in America.
There’s a scene about 515 minutes into this nine and half hour movie where our protagonist, Kaji - having fully made the transition from manager of a Japanese prison labor camp to POW of a Soviet prison labor camp - comes before the Russian management of the camp to answer for his attempts at democratizing the POWs.
Kaji is, as far as he knows himself, a socialist. Many times throughout the six part filmic cycle he is referred to as…