Also, an earlier piece I wrote for “31 Days of Horror” on Roy Ward Baker’s insane Quatermass and the Pit.
For August, I dive headfirst into the fractured Melodrama’s of Michelangelo Antonioni and Maren Ade. It’s sure to be a happy affair. Meshes #2.
Before revolutions were televised, they looked like this. Review.
Kurosawa’s social elevator to the gallows, descending between two very different perspectives to reveal the outrage behind blue-collar frustration. It’s the art of verbalized swordsmanship . Review.
A requiem for a false dream glistens in one of Satyajit Ray’s greatest achievements. Review.
“Stop spouting crap!” Or in the case of the potty-mouthed young Zazie, keep it coming! Malle’s film is wonderfully loony to the point of delirium, with plenty to say about the modern-day bull-shit artist. Review.
The eyes of purposeless youth. More Skolimowski madness and subversion at Not Coming… This time, he envisions The French New Wave on speed. Review.