Daily Archives: March 23, 2021

I hear this line so often that I’ve decided that it’s a screenwriter’s mark of confidence in her or his work, or at least a statement of chutzpah. “Can’t this all be over?” You have to know that late — … Continue reading →

If your favorite band gets labeled “the voice of a doomed generation,” maybe you figure you’re winning that debate over “the only band that matters.” Then again, if the rest of music fandom doesn’t agree, if that very band acknowledges … Continue reading →

“Six Minutes to Midnight” is the sort of high gloss “programmer” Hollywood and Pinewood (and Shepperton, etc.) used to turn out by the dozens. The plot has Nazis, spies, action and preposterous coincidences and improbabilities, a “talks too much” villain, … Continue reading →

“Experimental films” rarely make it beyond film festivals, or college cinema societies, but “My Mexican Bretzel” gained enough notoriety in that world to achieve DVD and streaming release. It’s an exercise in social commentary and memory, embracing the nostalgia of … Continue reading →