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Initially excited to watch this movie, I felt increasingly frustrated with myself for failing to connect more deeply with the characters for the larger portion of this film. Surely, something must be wrong with me, I felt certain. Still, plotwise it all remained somewhat indefinably amiss. Rushed. Underdeveloped. Superficial. Some of those. None of those. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Could it be that it was a musical? I’ve enjoyed them before. It just didn’t make a…
I think that with the passing years, the answer becomes all the more elusive. Everyone wonders if what he does has any meaning. I’m afraid our doubts grow stronger and stronger.
Relentless in its brutal depiction of cold-blooded murder, A Short Film About Killing spares no detail leaving us with no unknown certainty about the act we’ve just witnessed. And while a different film might bother to inject a bit of edge-blurring sympathy toward the killer’s motive in this hideous…
Dark Days is a poem about the light that finds its way inside the darkest tunnels of human experience. Immersive without feeling intrusive, Marc Singer’s thoughtful portrait of the homeless underground dwellers of New York City yields an intimate authenticity that is carefully sown in the byways of organically grown friendship.
Lingeringly touching, this film transcends the label of documentary, because truly, it is an act of love. Marc Singer spent months living with this community intermittently in an effort…
They promised frutti di mare
Now we’re feeling sorry
I’m angry as hell
Picking at love’s cracked up shells
One last piece of flesh
Lands on my plate
Charred like some scrap
No one wants to wrap
The Lure might not be everyone’s go-to surf ’n’ turf fare, but I really liked it. Offbeat, bizarre, and oh-so-alluring, this chimerical nightclub fever dream rejects definition by floating in the liminal space suspended between film and music video. It is that love…
In many ways I think Smooth Talk is a film about linguistic deficiency. I don’t mean this in a syntactic or lexical way, but rather in the way language can have detrimental consequences within our interpersonal relationships and psycho-emotional climate. Although we see this deficiency throughout this film with friends and love interests alike, it is particularly observable in the way Connie’s family members talk at each other instead of with one another. Fueled by personal preoccupations, every individual winds…
Maybe this has nothing to do with it, or maybe it does. All my life I’ve felt like I was here and somewhere else at the same time. It’s hard to explain. But I know... I always sense what I should do.
The Double Life of Véronique is a film that invites you to feel first and ponder second. It is an anchored ethereality bathed in ruby reds and emerald greens—evocative of an intangible interconnectivity and sinuous sensuality. It is…