• Enter the Dragon

    Enter the Dragon

    Fucking rights, Jim Kelly, for beating two cops up and stealing their cruiser to get to the airport.

  • Stalker



    This is a quasi-entry as, really, for depression-related reasons, I guess, I spent a good chunk of my Tuesday watching clips/video essays on and listening to the soundtrack of ‘Stalker’. I didn’t watch the film in full. I’d like to! In fact I want to do it for the ramshackle-ass Movie Club I’ve had going off + on w/ my brother and cousins; knowing they’ll have trouble w/ a poetic, glacial paced Russian meditation on life and it’s myriad of disappointments. Purposeful trolling.

  • Juice



    Tupac was such a natural. His presence and charisma on screen is something else. There are moments here where it’s like flames are sputtering out from his shoulders or something - he burnssss.

    Damn shame he only had a handful of starring roles - who knows how many more rock solid performances we could’ve gotten out of him.

  • The Matrix

    The Matrix

    All these different facets of culture, philosophy, and theory coming together in a perfect package. You can’t capture lightning in a bottle like this. Hardly anyone had before. No one has since.

  • The Girl From the Other Side

    The Girl From the Other Side

    Can already tell this’ll destroy me. The aesthetic and feel of it, too, is lovely. More of this, always.

  • The Matrix Resurrections

    The Matrix Resurrections


    Lots to unpack here; legacy, the corporatization of nostalgia, what this has to say about the very nature of its existence, etc. From what I’ve read we have a ‘Resurrections’ because a number of tragic events befell Lana Wachowski at once and writing a fourth ‘Matrix’ helped her grieve. This isn’t the nostalgic retread certain folk were clamouring for - no shortage of that shit these days! - but a person coming to terms w/ a few things and throwing that up on a screen borderline unfiltered.

  • Last Night in Soho

    Last Night in Soho


    Starting the year end catch up w/ a whimper. Had been concerned about this going off what people whose opinions I respect were saying. Already noticed how ‘Baby Driver’ got more and more tedious w/ repeat watches - a test Edgar Wright’s previous work would pass w/ flying colours - so much so I wondered if it was me that’s in the wrong by not embracing a filmmaker doing their thing. But I don’t know ‘Last Night in Soho’ feels…

  • Spider-Man



    Such a blast. Can’t believe I saw this almost two decades ago @ what Opa would call “the movie house”: the family owned theatre my town had pre-Cineplex. My throat’s raw now from doing ‘Macho Man’ Randy Savage impressions.

  • West Side Story

    West Side Story

    Happy holidays, All. Watched the back half; starting mid-the knife fight. My brother, who when we saw this years ago said ‘West Side Story’ is “too gay”, was really into it. All but dropped the channel surfing we were partaking in up to that point.

  • The Power of the Dog

    The Power of the Dog


    No one does vicious, ill tempered bastard men of substance quite like Jane Campion. And w/ her being the next ‘Blank Check’ miniseries there’s a lot of her work I either haven’t seen that’ll be rectified, finally, or am seeing again in the coming months. Excited.

  • The Northman

    The Northman

    Most joy I’ve felt out of anything for quite some time came from the ‘Northman’ trailer.

    Calling it now: I’ll weep uncontrollably all through Bjork’s screen time.

  • Tokyo Godfathers

    Tokyo Godfathers

    Went on Netflix w/ the intent of getting around to ‘Power of the Dog’ and saw this under “Recently Added”. How could I not? Tis the season. Also one of the few xmas movies that nails the melancholy of the holidays.

    RIP Keiko Nobumoto, who co-wrote this w/ Satoshi Kon - lot of him this week! - and was the lead writer on ‘Cowboy Bebop’ among other things. She’ll be missed.