Steve Erickson

Steve Erickson

Favorite films

  • Daisies
  • 2001: A Space Odyssey
  • A Story of Floating Weeds
  • Videodrome

Recent activity

  • All About a Girl

  • Not a Jealous Bone

  • Suburbs of Eden

  • Dune


Recent reviews

  • Dune



    Hollywood-era Villeneuve always offers tasty eye candy, but this is stiff, emotionless storytelling. Also, shouldn't a movie about a psychedelic narcostate be much trippier? DUNE gets trapped by its own ponderous mythmaking.

  • Confessions of a Ex-Doofus-ItchyFooted Mutha

    Confessions of a Ex-Doofus-ItchyFooted Mutha


    CONFESSIONS... is a kind of film that particularly fascinates me: directors working with severely reduced means near the end of their careers. In Melvin van Peebles' case, his access to Hollywood and its funds was always limited - WATERMELON MAN was his only studio production. With a great deal of charm, CONFESSIONS... turns van Peebles' experiences as a young man into a picaresque tale. The direction and editing spit in the face of continuity and conventional rules for selecting camera…

Popular reviews

  • Borat Subsequent Moviefilm

    Borat Subsequent Moviefilm


    The popular idea that comedy needs to “punch up” is too simplistic. It’s not always easy to figure out who has real power – the small army of cis male comics who think transphobia is the height of free thought are rather confused about it – or how to use humor to criticize Karens roaming Wal-Mart screaming at anyone with a mask on or empty female Instagram influencers without buying into sexist attitudes. (Look at how badly jokes about Britney…

  • The French Dispatch

    The French Dispatch


    The Wes Anderson backlash has been going on for years now, and I'm not trying to jump on it with my reaction to THE FRENCH DISPATCH. While Anderson's made several great films, his latest displays his worst instincts. And "display" is the right word - his framing places actors like elements of an art installation rather than people with believable inner lives. For a film so heavily worked over, it's astonishingly devoid of passion - the New Yorker (and James…