Trying to picture myself as a 1950s Norman Rockwell about town dad with a pipe in his mouth who somehow stumbled into the wrong basement on his way home from the market in his cute lil town and seeing THIS MOVIE in said darkened basement and immediately realizing hes tripped into something he shouldn't have tripped into but realizes this too late for the vampiric art film fans in the darkened basement all around him are eying him hungrily…
Phibes and his lair get 11 stars. For sure added to my list of favorite creepy tragic monsters. I adore that this is more the story of a super Villain (with a capital V) than a horror flick. Mr. Phibes himself feels lie he could have crawled out of an episode of Adam Wests Batman that never aired, or from some lost British radio thriller. He even comes complete with his two bumbling British cops who have to crack the…
"Maybe its better not to know..."
May all us skeptics be devoured in our sleep!!!
The titular Demon at the black heart of this supernatural thriller is one of the best cinematic monsters of all time and its delightfully fitting and Weird (capital W) that the director actually wanted to keep the beast out of the final cut of the film. Its hard not to play around with Machen or Lovecraft type ideas here, that perhaps the director was afraid…
To the viewer, this is an experience that is about color in just about every way. WHITE against BLACK, yes of course, but its hard not to look back on this movie and not also think of flashes of hot RED. A beautiful BLUE sky above a man running for his life, leaping into a swirl of autumn ORANGE. What's in a color?
Beyond the colors here, we are of course left with SOUND. The incredible coolness of JAZZ flows…
It showcases liquid gold cinematography and Linda Manz mountain top performance (maybe my favorite of any child actor) but what I walked away with this time was that ending. Its the kind of ending I adore. Anticlimactic is a word that can be used if you like, fine, use it. More of a fork in the road, a promise of things to come.
After all the dreamy convoluted melodrama implodes in fire and hard feelings, young Linda is left to…
17 year old me who thought he was a a cool film guy: hmm interesting but a little one note eh? haha!
Me now: Can we project this on a large wall in a public space and loop it for ten hours please? Or maybe just let me loop it while I sleep and hazily wake up here and there to the sound of Philip Baker (fucking) Hall Nixon shredding every 2 hours or so.
I was just talking with…
"Like wandering through a black and white labyrinth but youre kinda high so its cool but you are also kinda scared but also ready to sleep, but boy I coulda used less footage of Flea running around on speed, and-well-boy oh boy was Chet hot and yeah shame about his teeth ya know?" - slothtroyer on "Lets Get Lost" 1988
A beautiful, sometimes monotonous blur. Walks a weird yet fascinating line. It sometimes worships Chet more than the abusive, family…
Gay Rorschach's Journal: 1961
"I have seen this cities true face...someone is picking off costumed gays. Boy Barrett died tonight and no one cares but me."
The fact that this is on the surface a very non flashy, uncinematic film (dare I say STRAIGHT laced) only seems to enhance the intrigue surrounding the secret London Gay world we only get glimpses of in these characters dreamy ruminations, winks, and nods. It almost feels like these characters are hiding in a…
One of the most badass yet puzzling endings ever.
I worry about Guido the morning after his mountain top experience moment where he gives it all a hug.
I feel like ive been having a lot of days like Guidos...well not quite of course but anxiety ending in a climax of discomfort and somehow by the time I see the glistening sunset im giving the world, past, present and future a giant hug...and then comes the next morning where I…
This rains on the remains of the summer of love and deserves to be mentioned alongside the works of Waters, Romero and other such revolutionary bummers. The obsessive Martha is like a Divine character brought into the cold light of reality. In many ways this could be one of the first chapters of the modern True Crime approach, giving off that iconic feel of both romanticizing and damning these loveable devils.
I live for transcendent moments where the camera is…
She blinded me with an early 2000s explosion in my face and omg a secret race of sentient, hyperactive, winged cameras were set loose and returned with footage that we decided to call Moulin Rouge and wow these stars egos got stroked and damn I cant believe I was running around in high school thinkin I could get with girls who could quote this entire movie and therefore had seen the green green grass of singing Ewan and understandably needed me not and here i am just now watching it with absente in my hand yeah wow this new millennium is going to be something!(?)(<3)
See my friends and I chat on Cinematary about this beauty www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqT1kKjqn8E (also on spotify)
Pretty amazing this movie even happened honestly. A piece of media that is honest, generous and positive about the idea that poly couplings not only exist but are (god forbid) viable relationships (and not just some threesome fling). This is SEXY AS ALL HELL but more importantly this thing dares to always keep its core conceit very clear: that this is not just some sexy…