Drew Smith

I watched a movie a day for a year and all I learned is that I’ve seen nothing

Favorite films

  • The Ascent
  • Hellzapoppin'
  • Putney Swope
  • National Treasure

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  • The Souvenir: Part II

    ★★★★½

  • The Souvenir

    ★★★★½

  • Shiva Baby

    ★★★

  • Scream

    ★½

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  • The Souvenir: Part II

    The Souvenir: Part II

    ★★★★½

    Did you resist the urge to be obvious?

    A film drained of all life, existing in the pale. Draped in bedsheets as an antique ghost. It’s one hell of a conclusion and, I would argue, has even more to say than the first installment. 

    A total plunge into bereavement and the dangers of its remedies. Catharsis as the narcotic for chasing the butterfly of closure. Tackles this interplay with filmmaking in particular with a deft, albeit weary hand that’s as…

  • The Souvenir

    The Souvenir

    ★★★★½

    Why haven’t I heard people talking about this film? We need to keep talking about this film. 

    God, this film just gets it. Could very well be the best edited film of the past 5 years. Love the framing device of the pitches and operatic cut-ins. I adore how every scene is essentially without it’s beginning and end, gloriously free of exposition and instead concerned with the curious now. A remarkably subtle piece that captures the sanitized disassociation of the everyday. …

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  • THE GHOST-POP TAPE

    THE GHOST-POP TAPE

    ★★★★★

    I hate this film.

    I hate how perfectly it embodies the yearning of a generation. I hate how much I know about him now. I hate what it made me think. I hate how it’s musings on fickle distractions became my own fickle distraction. I hate how much of myself I saw in these frames. I hate that I got turned on. I hate that it made me cry. I hate that I think this review makes me brave.

    I hate…

  • Lost Highway

    Lost Highway

    ★★½

    This one didn’t really do it for me. Everything that makes it interesting, I’ve seen done better in other facets of Lynch’s catalogue. 

    The first 45 minutes of this film is Lynchian horror in perhaps its purest form, so much so that it comes across as borderline formulaic. I just couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone was trying too hard, particularly during these opening moments. And while the atmosphere is as tangible as you’d expect from a Lynch film, for…