Hadn’t seen this since I was 14, and while I enjoyed it then some of the exceedingly mature subject zipped over my hormone addled teenage head.
22 isn’t particularly old either I suppose, but it’s old enough to have been hurt a couple of times, to ruminate on ones place in the universe and to contemplate everyone’s eventual and inevitable departure from it. If by 22 you haven’t had at least one existential crisis, consider yourself exceedingly stupid or exceedingly…
Often ranked as among or even the most disturbing pieces of media ever crafted, Cannibal Holocaust holds up even 40 years after its inception.
It’s not so much the guts and gore (although those hold up as well) as the wretched spirit of the film, with a message honed sharp as a bamboo spike, puncturing and skewering any notions of sentimentality.
Never before this film (discounting news reels and the like) had such wanton acts of nastiness been displayed on…
Man even Arson Arnold and Poke-Your-Eyes-Out Paulie knew Peter Lorre was a bit much. In all seriousness this honor among thieves early 20th century caper is thrilling, dark and surprisingly gritty for its time. Despite my film snobbery I haven’t always been able to fully get into REALLY old cinema (like 90+ years old) but M was exceptional.
Man this sure bummed me out. Some Kind of Heaven is an effective puncture wound to the idea of retirement as bliss. Even at the most advanced of ages it seems the problems of life, of meaning and the lack of it, of so much time wasted with increasingly little ahead, never quite go away.
Whatever you believe the American Dream is selling you is made of sand. There is no trophy at the end, just further struggle and no…
Detective Grape and Detective Gravy try and stop a murderous recliner in the confusingly titled Killer Sofa. This might sincerely have been the worst film I’ve ever seen, and I don’t say that lightly.
