“What is it that you want from me?”
“Your love.”
It’s amazing how that impulse — the longing to be loved — can twist itself into the most unsettling hatred, a nightmare perpetuated under the eternal recurrence, begetting pain after pain, an emotional betrayal, a physical lashing out, a manipulative ouroboros of projection and blame and sorrow and resentment. I watch a movie like Men and I have no idea how it got made. I understand how they did it,…
As Blade Runner begins with a shot of an eye taking in the fiery Los Angeles skyline, so too does Covenant begin with an eye. Ridley is returning to the same question. The eye is the window into the soul and Scott’s career-long obsession with exploring the boundaries of the human condition and the illusion of progress turns its focus to what makes us human amidst the inhumane. In Prometheus, it’s made clear in the opening sequence on the titular…
“That was the rock. Now I watch the ripples.”
There’s a shot pretty early on where Fassbender goes to stir up a pot of roast stew and all the steam comes rolling up into his face and fogs his black-rimmed George Smiley glasses and he doesn’t bat an eye and, yeah, Soderbergh pretty much sealed the five star banger status with that one. Black Bag reflects and refracts the exact mentality of its betrothed spy protagonists — not half-in, half-out,…
Please rise for the singing of our national anthem, “One in a Million” by Bosson 🫡
This very fictional movie is, actually, very true. Let me tell you a story.
For a short period of time, my dad drove a city bus here in town. It was his way of finally trying to settle down and get sober, except he couldn’t get sober, nor could he settle down. One early dark morning, at around 5AM, on one of his more unsavory city routes filled with an unsavory clientele, a massive argument broke out on his bus.…
