Vladdus

Vladdus

Favorite films

  • Cold Water
  • The House in the Woods
  • Twin Peaks: The Return
  • Fill 'er Up with Super

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  • Lenny

    ★★½

  • Surviving Desire

    ★★★★½

  • Dark Night, Calcutta

    ★★★★

  • Moi, un Noir

    ★★★★

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  • Edge of the City

    Edge of the City

    ★★★½

    A precursor, in some respects, to other films that derive their energy and appeal from watching the two leads hang out, crack jokes at one another, and generally have a good time all the while some dark threat looms over, such as Mean Streets and Mikey and Nicky. As in these films, the bitter conclusion is already hinted at from the very beginning – there’s something uncanny about Cassavetes’ character, a drifter who seeks to escape from a past that…

  • Khrustalyov, My Car!

    Khrustalyov, My Car!

    ★★★★½

    A film that erupts with volcanic fury: violently disorienting, perpetually in frantic motion, suffused with grotesque imagery; then, there is the weird framing, with characters aggressively entering, navigating through, and exiting the screen with a concealed disregard for every possible scenographic rule that we're used to (in this regard, German is a master of maintaining a sort of controlled chaos). Albeit I oftentimes felt lost during my viewing of the film, I couldn't help but keep watching with a sense of morbid fascination. Certainly unlike anything I've ever seen before, and a perfect winter viewing.

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  • Salesman

    Salesman

    ★★★★

    The death of an era as witnessed by the four last apostles of a vanishing trade. Overwhelming ennui sweeping blue-collar neighbourhoods, the exposure of the supermarket of religion and its progressive collapse, America's chilling disenchantment caught on film by the Maysles Brothers. Absolutely harrowing.

  • The Girl Can't Help It

    The Girl Can't Help It

    ★★★★★

    Although I normally prefer the tranquil sanctuary of my own room to the often exasperating hubbub of slurps and chomps and crunches of the theatre, I find myself dearly missing, among other, more vital things, the feeling of being swallowed up in the sweeping collective enthusiasm and frenetic animation of boisterous crowds at the movies, and thankfully Frank Tashlin's freewheeling, rock 'n' roll, amped-up, non-stop extravaganza came just at the right time to fill this void and somehow envelop me…