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Sixteen months away and the glorious return to Austin Film Society was overwhelming. A 35mm showing of The Last Picture Show introduced by Texas Monthly Senior Editor, John Spong. Texas is my home and my heaven. Its films hold a place in my heart that was particularly fostered by my mother. What a treasure to be able to accompany, laugh and weep along with her and this movie she brought into my life. Texas is a disparate place but a…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
"Is nymphomania destroying yourself because you choose the man who doesn't love you?
I don't want to sleep with men.
I want to be opened up all the way.
When you can see that,
the mystique is nothing but raw meat, the woman is dead!
Maybe I really want to meet Jack The Ripper.
He'd certainly dissect a woman like me."
Stumbling through a neighborhood, sobbing, I called the man I loved. "I was raped." Confessing that to him in…
Martin McDonagh follows one of the most morally dubious and worst of the decade with a thoroughly refreshingly facile examination of sudden disconnection. The only links between them seeming to be the conservative framing and simplistic visual motifs. The dialogue fresh instead of stale, the moral questions sharp instead of dull. Seeing this in a sold-out theater was delightful, oohs and aahs, laughs and gasps. His best since his debut, perhaps even surpassing it. Perceptive cynicism back in style opposed to sanguine determinism.
As aware as Sean Baker is of the landscape and environment of Southern Texas and the Gulf Coast, he truly understands the sound. The buzzing of the refineries, the constant crashing of the waves, the droning of the freeways and highways. This is set in Galveston County, where I spent my childhood. I got out before my teen years arrived and thank god for it. It's a small place where small people have small lives. Simon Rex (and his gigantic…
I needed to write this and express these thoughts and events from the past few days. It's a mess and not worth the read, but I just had to.
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He gave her the same roses he first gave me. A bouquet filled with baby's breath and soft deep red petals that laid in perfect pattern against each other. Except this time he was giving them to a tattooed writer in Brooklyn instead of a girl with scars…