Let's get this out the way, Robert De Niro Loves Porn is a cinematic masterpiece. Whilst most would incline to regress to praising more popular celluloid pinnacles such as Fellini's 8½, Lynch's Milfholland Drive or Coppola's The Godfather, I'd be considering to provide a more unconventional addition to this group. Justin Fair's oeuvre is limited maybe, but don't let the numbers fool you, this is a tour de force filled with blissful surrealism and parasocial grip.
We are immediately flung…
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This and An Elephant Sitting Still are probably the only films I've seen that depict the death of a dog in a way that doesn't come off as cheap/elementary emotional manipulation. Either that, or the rest of it is just so insanely good that I can't be asked to care. Devastating shit. Torres crushes this.
My 16th rewatch. Hee hee hee. 16 reasons laaal.
It’s been over five hours since I got the news. I was watching Dragon Inn when I got a ping on my phone. I checked it, opened Discord, and saw the message: Dude. David Lynch is dead. At first, I honestly thought it was a sick joke. Then I opened Google, and searched his name. "BBC: Twin Peaks film director David Lynch dies at 78" was the first result. I don’t…
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Nasha you fuck they're both MINE
