When I worked at a cool little indie video store called 20/20 Video, in Studio City, CA, in the 1990’s, this was one of those videos we could not keep in the store. It would be constantly rented and never returned or outright stolen by every two bit junkie and hipster in the Valley. Reorder, repeat.
This documentary is so my sweet spot. A late 1980’s L.A. set film, where smoking was still allowed in recording studios and Mexican restaurants,…
THE CORBET/FASTVOLD COLLABORATION (an opinion piece)
The picture is much clearer now that I’ve caught up with the pre-Brutalist films of the Brady Corbet/Mona Fastvold creative partnership in which Corbet directs (there are three others that Fastvold directs that I need to catch up with). I was in the dark and soured by my own biases based on reputation when it comes to, for lack of a better term, the “academic cinema” of these two artists. I’m hit or miss…
Dear Mr. Lynch,
Thank you for the primordial weird you introduced me to at a formidable age. Thank you for teaching me to look at cinema in a new way. You will always be my Luis Buñuel filtered through the myth of the American Midwest, buttoned up shirts, sock hops, Dairy Queen, strong cigarettes, black coffee, cherry pie, Pabst Blue Ribbon, promise rings, letterman jackets, drive-in movies and all the nasty stuff that bubbles just underneath. Hopefully you’re at a Bob’s…
Name a filmmaker working today who is better than Robert Eggers at transporting you to another time and place. Eggers doesn’t just make movies, he makes immersive experiences. No detail ever feels out of place. Not for a single nanosecond do you question the authenticity of every single frame of his films. And I haven’t seen such exquisite candle lit interiors since Barry Lyndon. Outstanding.
