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Lost Highway 1997
Not only is Lost Highway a meditation on OJ Simpson’s psychology, but it also works as a dissection of patriarchal male fantasy- our tendency to objectify and strain to contain femininity at all costs. Vicious in its delivery, associations between cameras and truth, objectivity and fear, jealousy and violence, pornography and men’s psyches make the film one ass-kickingly poetic expression of cognitive dissonance.
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Party Girl 1995
Given the phenomenal soundtrack, lush colors, costumes, sets, and interesting concept, I wanted to like this so much more. Parker Posey is underserved by a messy script that lacks nuance and seems to affirm status quo ideas of upward mobility and social value. Much could have been done with the theme in more subtle ways were the characters more developed. But aside from a few enjoyable, over-the-top moments, very few relationships were explored with any level of relatability or truth. There are some wonderful ideas, but very little of it gelled. Though, I did really enjoy the zany ending.
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The Substance 2024
I can appreciate the sentiment behind this nasty picture. It’s an expression of the deep wounds felt by women the world over who have been roundly reduced to mere objects for ogling. The Substance expresses that wounding aggressively, cheekily, cartoonishly. Aesthetically, it’s quite effective at eliciting disgust whether through its sickening use of sound or its impressively gooey visuals. Moore and Qualley brilliantly contort their bodies with minimal dialogue, performing the reductive, clichéd approximations of what women should be: perfect, pretty and…
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Robot Dreams 2023
This film is life affirming in a way few films are. With humor and pathos, and without dialogue, it taps into love and loss with such sensitivity and love for humanity (and animals), I was tearfully in awe throughout.
After the screening, my partner and I were speechless, blowing through our entire stash of napkins at the Drafthouse to wipe away tears. When we got home, we laid on the floor, held one another, cried, and told each other how…
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