Fiction/Radio writer & film director. They/them.
Why am I doing this when I could be reading a book?
Okay, maaaaybe this didn’t need to be as long as it was, but would I have laughed so hard at “I have a boat waiting!” if it hadn’t been preceded by 5 minutes of completely straight-faced swordplay? I don’t think so.
I ship Professor Fate & Max. And I’m pretty sure the movie does too.
I first watched this movie at film school 10 years ago on a poorly aged 35mm print with the first reel missing. The opening monologue was read to us by a member of the arthouse film club before we launched into a slice of life nightmare with footage that’d faded so badly everything was tinged pink. If you’d told me that these film cans had been buried in a Texas backyard since the 70s I would have believed you.
I’m…
I have never wanted a movie to end so badly in my adult life.
This is a compliment.