On The Low-Key Magnificence That Is Inside Llewyn Davis
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.
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.
In this, the last week before the son of the wrathful sky god blesses the desert tribes with slightly more UV and a cubic yard of now-useless wrapping paper, we rightfully turn our adulating gaze upon his, the holiest of forms. We bow our heads and briefly stop buying things to praise Elvis.
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 […]
What were the 10 best films of 2013? Which 10 films were the worst? The loudest? The densest? The most likely to impregnate you with a litter of gerbils? These […]
Eat the damn thing, kid. It’s a good movie. Tastes like Serpico.
And I mean that in the worst way possible.
“What’s past is prologue,” wrote that clever chap Shakespeare. “Study the past, if you would divine the future,” wrote that thoughtful fellow Confucius.
Wherein various items arise for discussion, not least of which are the three indie movies named above.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. Or these two.
Women, right? Can’t live with ’em—so they say—unless you’re lucky, or you are one, or you live with, I dunno, a mother who loves you or something. You do have […]
Three movies full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, and sometimes you pry your eyelids open with toothpicks. Last month’s Netflix queue viewing was a respectable mix of all three.
What movies of interest are coming your way this month, you lovely Bay Area folks? Come on inside and we’ll fill you in.
I cannot tell a lie: I’ve not been a big proponent of The Hunger Games thus far.