I’ve generally steered away from the cinema ever since Jody Foster broke my heart with the putrescent Contact, and even when I did attend somewhat regularly, I didn’t pay much attention to Gary Oldman, aside from noting that he was one of the doofs in that vampire movie. So, count me surprised to find his […]
What would otherwise be your run-of-the-mill, gangsters trying to break-the-cycle of-violence film is elevated by the performance of Dennis Leary playing a coked-out, two-bit car thief who runs with a modern day Irish outfit out of Boston. Call the sleeper patrol on this one! Leary who is fairly well type-cast at this point, with little […]
I must admit, I was shocked at how much I liked this film. I've never been much of an Errol Morris fan. I found both The Thin Blue Line and Gates of Heaven to be a bit disappointing. Both had fascinating subject matters, but the films themselves were somewhat cold, distancing, and frankly, a little […]
I have no idea how this gore oddity based on the story of Ed Gein ended up in the YF review bin. Deranged, a mid-70s pre-disco era drive-in favorite, was thought lost for many years, but has been resurrected on home video. Though it has way too much dialogue which creates a static tedium, Deranged […]
When New York theater veteran Corky St. Clair left New York and sashayed into Blaine, MO, he initially harbored fantasies of becoming a construction worker or wearing chaps and a hardhat and working on a telephone pole. Instead the flamboyant and effeminate Corky (Christopher Guest) settles for a job as the high school drama teacher […]
It's unfortunate that Spike Lee's politics have always overshadowed his skill as a filmmaker.
Naw, actually this must be Xmas for Okies.
Memory is also a slice of the “good” Thunders, who was never known as Mr. Reliable over the course of his 38 years. His death—of—drugs, leukemia, whatever, he looked like Hell at the end in the weirdly excellent Lech Kowalski documentary Born to Lose—capped a life lived to the limits and set a high standard for self-destruction. Thunders would go through streaks of semi-sobriety and then lean back into what passed for his normal state.
Nothing like a 1986 German documentary to cast Iggy in a new, dim, light.
I was as big a fan as there ever was, knowing well that the Stooges were the best rock and roll band that ever existed. That is indisputable in these ears. But Iggy's post-Stooges career has been one bad scene after another, and the footage from 1986 on this shows a true Stooge, unflatteringly arrogant and sadly benign. It conjures up that footage of the fake Stooges trying to make it through an uninspired tune on the set of Henry Rollins' bad TV show on IFC (which was just awful and made worse by Rollins' fawning, lapdog suck-up during the interview segment).
'After I Burned Down The Studio, I Was Thirsty, And An African Man Does Not Take Up Lindy Dancing For The Sake Of Boasting' — An INTERVIEW with ROBINSON DEVOR
Film/Video Features 'After I Burned Down The Studio, I Was Thirsty, And An African Man Does Not Take Up Lindy Dancing For The Sake Of Boasting' — An INTERVIEW with ROBINSON DEVOR By Mar 30, 2009, 07:59 --> Independent film is becoming increasingly marginalized, there's not much wiggle-room between mumblecore gunk wherein a bunch of […]