Nuclear fallout has left mankind sterile, and it’s up to Rowdy Roddy Piper to impregnate his way to victory across a post-apocalyptic desert wasteland. Roddy must have had some bonus free time between Wrestlemania III and IV, as he was able to work on this venture as well as Carpenter’s They Live, unbelievably.
I’m pretty sure that this is the grossest movie I’ve ever seen, which is both a statement I don’t make lightly and one I say with an…
The Shining is a film I’ve seen more times than almost any other. It was central to my earliest understanding of "cinema" as an art form; a film that made a pivotal mental “click” for me, and as someone with no formal education in film and zero technical understanding of how films were made, gave me something to talk about with people who knew more about the medium than I did. The confluence of Stephen King’s novel and Kubrick’s subsequent…
Where has this film been all of my life? I’ve never seen suburban life described as eloquently and without kitsch, or a film that so captured love without dramatizing love. Tons of beautifully composed shots and excellent dialogue- the kind that I feel so many contemporary “quirky indie” movies try to capture, but more often than not sounds awkward, scripted, and annoying.
The phrase “movie magic” feels like an all-around cliche to attach to the descriptive of any film, but Batman ‘89 is a select exception—engaging and impossibly transportive as it is to watch unfold. The experience of watching a film at a drive-in is always somewhat mitigated by the occurrence of rain, but I didn’t think twice about sitting out in it for what was a screening of this film on an ultra-lush 35mm print (I would have kicked myself forever…
