Ingmar Bergman’s Cries & Whispers vs. The Rite: A Cinephile’s Dueling Visions Look, I’ve spent over 20 years in this business, seen more celluloid than a drive-in screen, and my nephew, bless his heart, thinks a blog is the answer to everything. So, here I am, your guide through the cinematic jungle. Tonight, we’re tackling…
Alright, folks, Mike here, back in the saddle. My nephew, bless his cotton socks, convinced me to start this…blog thing. Said people need to hear the truth, not some rose-tinted, fanboy drivel. So, here I am, wading through the celluloid swamp, trying to help you folks find something worth your precious time. Today, we’re tackling…
Alright, folks, Mike here, and today we’re diving into two films that, on the surface, couldn’t be more different, yet both grapple with the human condition in their own unique ways. We’ve got 2002’s Frida, a vibrant, colorful biopic about the iconic Mexican painter Frida Kahlo, and 1980’s From the Life of the Marionettes, a…
Alright, listen up, folks. It’s Mike here, and today we’re diving into a pair of films that, on the surface, couldn’t be more different: 1944’s National Velvet, a sweet tale about a girl and her horse, and 1976’s Network, a cynical, screaming satire of the television industry. Now, I know what you’re thinking: ‘Mike, are…
Fireworks vs. Fishing with John: A Cinephile’s Unexpected Catch Look, I’ve spent over 20 years dissecting films in this smoky LA haze. My nephew, bless his cotton socks, dragged me into this blogosphere. So, here I am, your guide through this cinematic jungle. You want a good movie? I’ll tell you what’s worth your time….
Alright, folks, let’s talk movies. Not the fluffy, ‘oh-it-was-nice’ kind, but the real stuff. The kind that either sticks with you or makes you want to throw the remote at the screen. Today, we’re pitting two very different beasts against each other: Chantal Akerman in the 70s (2004) and Chariots of Fire (1981). One’s a…
Alright, folks, settle in. It’s your old pal Mike here, and today we’re diving into the deep end of cinematic ambition. We’re talking Terrence Malick, a director who either makes you weep with existential joy or want to throw your remote at the screen. We’re pitting 1998’s The Thin Red Line, a war film that’s…
Frances Ha vs. Frida: A Cinephile’s Guide to Choosing Your Next Movie Night Look, I’ve spent over 20 years in this town, seen more celluloid than a drive-in rat, and my nephew, bless his cotton socks, thinks a blog is the answer to all life’s problems. So, here I am, Mike, your resident film critic,…
Alright, folks, Mike here, back at it with another dose of cinematic truth. You want to spend your precious evening watching a good movie? You’re tired of the endless stream of garbage Hollywood keeps pumping out? I get it. So let’s cut the crap and talk about two films that, on the surface, couldn’t be…
Time Travel or Sun-Soaked Treachery? A Cinefile’s Look at La Jetée and La Piscine Alright, folks, Mike here, your friendly neighborhood film critic, back with another dose of cinematic reality. Today, we’re diving into two French flicks that, on the surface, couldn’t be more different: Chris Marker’s 1962 experimental masterpiece, La Jetée, and Jacques Deray’s…
