The Creepy Fable That Is Borgman
Is Borgman a man? A faerie? A nimble forest sprite? A demon? Whatever he is, he’s going to be trouble. You don’t want to mess with Borgman. You want to stick an eight foot spike through him.
Is Borgman a man? A faerie? A nimble forest sprite? A demon? Whatever he is, he’s going to be trouble. You don’t want to mess with Borgman. You want to stick an eight foot spike through him.
Some days all you want is a cup of coffee, and you can’t even get that much right.
There are a few good things to be said about the new Godzilla. The best thing to be said is that it inspired a theatrical re-release of the original, Raymond Burr-free Japanese version from 1954.
“Take your stinking paws off me, you damn dirty ape!”
War is a madhouse, religion is a joke, and suicide is painless.
In the late ‘50s, a Belgian invented smurfs. Things have only gotten stranger over there ever since.
The Grand Budapest Hotel is not set in Hungary. It’s set in the imaginary European Republic of Zubrowka. More exactly, it’s set in the little dollhouse of Wes Anderson’s head.
Godfrey Reggio’s latest film (documentary?) (experiment?), Visitors, is something of a continuation of his Qatsi trilogy, but not so much that it earns a Hopi title. It is the Qatsiless Qatsi.
I was a lucky child. Where I grew up, in Palo Alto, we had The New Varsity Theater, a rep movie house that showed double and triple bills covering the […]
You want to talk odd kettles of fish, colorful Siamese fighting fish, even, you should take a look at Rumble Fish.
Somewhere in England, during the English Civil War, on the far side of a hedgerow, in a field, three soldiers and an alchemist’s assistant leave the battle in search of an alehouse.
A true tale of extra-terrestrial abduction, in which a great movie was made slightly less great by forces of pure evil.
Inside Llewyn Davis, in which Joel and Ethan Coen go dark and plotless for their look at a struggling New York folk singer in ’61, is their best movie since Barton Fink.
Heathen that I am, I’d never seen any of Robert Bresson’s movies until, oh, just now, or thereabouts, when I watched A Man Escaped, his fourth feature, from ‘56. Bresson […]