Musician and film addict.
Easily one of the best short films ever made of all time. Maya Deren plucks 14 minutes of monochromatic speed-dream alchemy right out of a grim reaper's glittery skull. This thing sails through a haunted house like a slo-mo dance routine, then keeps throwing psychological knives right into your soul. The imagery is just perfect.
However, the score doesn't quite do any favours. Since there is no sound FX present outside of the added music, it's basically ready for you…
So here it is. This is the live score I wrote for Inferno. Performed live in a movie theatre in Toronto last October but now with plague-life reducing us to strictly home viewing, I've assembled a revised/improved version so you can stream it at your own convenience.
First Off: Play As Loud As Humanly Possible - OR - HEADPHONES!
Actually, headphones would be my go to choice, anything to ensure the bass is overwhelming and all details can be…
James Wan, you audacious son-of-a-gun, you gone and did it! You made a capital B-movie B.A.N.G.E.R.!
Taking a script he found in a bag of stale popcorn that was drifting through an empty drive-in movie theatre, Wan blows those scribbles of Supernatural Slasher Worship up onto the big screen and the result will leave you equally blown away and befuddled.
The story revolves around Maddie and her childhood imaginary friend who likes to kills people, starting with her abusive alcoholic…
Leave it to the Swedish Master of Darkness, Mr. Ingmar Bergman, to create a war film that is utterly steeped in pure misery and terror. Like a rollercoaster ride through an anonymous conflict, this is Bergman set to maximum devastation.
Taking his two best leads, Max Von Sydow and Liv Ullman, and dropping them as a happily married couple into an undefined war, we then watch as their lives and morals spiral out of control. Starting off so unassuming, the…
Larry Cohen's delirious sci-fi horror romp squeezes out of the screen and into your fresh eye sockets via bright bubblegum satire chewed till it's a puffy cynical cream.
Feeling like The Thing via Attack of the Killer Tomatoes, we watch as a mysterious white substance is discovered spurting out of the ground and then jump ahead to where it's sweeping the nation as a hot new product called The Stuff! That magenta font and promise of nutritional value sucks you…
I've climbed out of these dense literary ashes to throw 4 golden (arbitrary) stars onto our earthen structure, inhaling the historical tapestry and exhaling the folkloric anguish...what the fuck am i talking about?
Oh right. So I did it, I finished Ingmar Bergman's sprawling miniseries Fanny Och Alexander, a 5+ hour experience that is as rich as it is challenging and so gorgeously made that you kinda have to bow down to it.
Opting for the television cut was like…