4K IMAX re-release event, live simulcast interview with the band moderated by Spike Lee.
An effortless and joyful masterpiece, the greatest of all concert films, looking and sounding the best it ever has.
4K IMAX re-release event, live simulcast interview with the band moderated by Spike Lee.
An effortless and joyful masterpiece, the greatest of all concert films, looking and sounding the best it ever has.
Jean-Marie Bastien-Thiry, awaiting his death sentence after a failed assassination of President Charles de Gaulle: "You don’t understand. No French soldier is going to raise his rifle against me."
*cut to him being executed by firing squad without hesitation*
A potent antidote to the assuaging fantasy of Dr. No and the frivolity of James Bond with some actual historicity of the fracturing postcolonial era in France, the sting of their losses in "Indochina" and Algeria still fresh and reflected on…
Lol holy shit. I love Paul Schrader. I didn't love this; perhaps in part because I adore the original Val Lewton production, or perhaps because it's full of bona fide 80s cheese and lots of awkwardly lingering gazes of wanton lust. The Giorgio Moroder soundtrack definitely goes though, and Bowie crooning on the theme delivers pitch perfectly on every note of this corn cob.
Burroughs and Kafka thread prominently into the notably psychedelic fabric and molten plaster mask of Infinity Pool. Propelled by the marvelous Mia Goth, so alluring and sexy in one moment yet taunting, brutal, and terrifying in the next, her character’s bipolar oscillation increasing steadily along with the crescendoing intensity of the film's images and the circular labyrinth of its narrative. A refracted nightmare of the violence and depravity intrinsic in the global one-percent, lost in the sick allure of some…