Victor has written 22 reviews for films with no rating.

  • Sans Soleil

    Sans Soleil

    ★★★★★ / ☆☆☆☆☆

    For all its unabashed cinephilia and occasional pedantic fan-boyishness (my least favorite element), this struck me as an apt and remarkably bitter condemnation of movie spectatorship. Marker is as indulgent of his stream of decontextualized images as he is interrogative of their imposed context, and dares us to make sense of them as both supportive of the blithely colonialist narration and devoid of any relationship to it whatsoever. If such a thing is even possible, a question…

  • June 9

    June 9

    Abandoned about a third of the way in when it became clear that I’d been down this road many times before. Too bad — I have a fairly high tolerance for cheap knockoffs, and this built a decent amount of tension and terror, but it was sabotaged every time by chintzy, nonsensical digital glitch effects. Good effort in general, but mostly good riddance to 2008 horror movie tropes.

  • The Ugly Swans

    The Ugly Swans

    For all I know Lopushansky’s reconfiguration of the Strugatskys’ novel ultimately works on its own terms, but I gave up when, 15 minutes in, a character clumsily explains away the mysteries and open-endedness that give the book its unsettling power. There’s also a cheap, late-’90s aesthetic to it that’s far from inviting. Disappointed.

  • Trash Humpers

    Trash Humpers

    ★★★★★ ÷ ☆☆☆☆☆

    It’s the trees I feel bad for.

  • S&Man


    Like Murder Death Koreatown, I can’t bring myself to rate this. Too raw, too real, too fucking bleak.

    At least it saved me from ever having to watch one of the hyper-indie faux sex/snuff videos J.T. Petty uses as a framework for his prickly and unnerving fictional narrative. Based on the, um, artists he interviews — a hippie-hating hippie rape-o auteur so beered up he can barely get a shot, a self-described scream queen who sounds more like a hostage…

  • The Haunting of Bly Manor

    The Haunting of Bly Manor

    I gave up after the first episode, mostly because I’ve watched two other adaptations of James’s story this year and didn’t feel the need for another so soon, but also because I saw signs that Flanagan was giving in to the same hacky instincts that made Doctor Sleep such a bloated, tediously reflexive pantomime. A reliable source who made it further into the series confirmed this hunch, so bullet dodged.

    If there’s a third go-round for the show I hope…

  • Alien Thunder

    Alien Thunder

    I had a feeling I’d eventually find a movie on Tubi that was from too low-quality a source to actually watch; from the looks of this one I can’t even say for certain it was shot on Earth. Thanks for trying anyway, Tubi curators.

  • Don't Deliver Us from Evil

    Don't Deliver Us from Evil

    Assured, visually distinctive, intricately paced, and self-reflexive without being showy about it, but nearly crosses a line with its copious simulations (?) of underage sex play and abuse. Then — far too late in the film to bail — it crosses an unforgivable one for real, not once but twice. (The anti-Catholic content is provocative, too, I suppose, but seems pretty toothless in a movie that also snuffs songbirds.)

    Endurance cinema, proceed only if you’re OK with having your heart ripped out of your chest. Impossible to rate.

  • Night Tide

    Night Tide

    I can’t honestly rate this because it put me to sleep again. Maybe I’ll stay awake for the whole thing one day, but this time around I was at least conscious for Bruno VeSota’s too-brief cameo, that outrageous massage-parlor dialogue (which I’m assuming loads of kids absorbed when the movie was second-billed with this), Luana Anders at her flirty-farmgirl best, and Dennis Hopper at his line-flubbing worst. I’m happy to entertain suggestions that I didn’t miss anything so that I never have to attempt another re-watch.

  • Tiger King: Murder, Mayhem and Madness

    Tiger King: Murder, Mayhem and Madness

    Now seems like the wrong time to be watching stuff that makes me want to see humans ripped to shreds by big cats, no matter how much they have it coming. (Can’t really think of when the right time would be with this bunch, either.) Infuriating, bailed after one episode.

  • Khrustalyov, My Car!

    Khrustalyov, My Car!

    I bailed out around 45 minutes in because I couldn’t shake the feeling that, 1) I’d stumbled into an overstuffed room where a joke was clearly in play but it was maddeningly unclear whether the punchline was coming or had already passed, and 2) even though this was the intent, German displayed little interest in my or anyone else’s viewership — the movie might as well have been screening on the inside of his eyelids. (Also 3), creepy predatory sex…

  • A Spell to Ward Off the Darkness

    A Spell to Ward Off the Darkness

    Loved the opening shot, but I bailed when Sensitive Guy with Bushy Beard #9 started talking about his pancakes like they cured cancer or something. I just wasn’t in the mood. Does it get better, or did I waste a Kanopy watch for nothing?