His early exegete Lotte Eisner called her book on German Expressionist cinema The Haunted Screen, but it’s only Murnau’s films that seem truly haunted, haunted from within
I can’t say anything about Juno because I didn’t see it. I didn’t see it because I hated Little Miss Sunshine so much. After I saw Little Miss Sunshine I really wished I hadn’t. I refuse to make that mistake again. If that’s what a feel-good movie is, I can’t stand to feel that good. It’s physicall…
It never occurred to me that I’d rather see Lynndie England in a movie than Norah Jones. Nothing works in My Blueberry Nights. Even Wong Kar-wai’s famous ability to pick music deserts him. Regardless of what’s playing on the sound track, it’s “After Midnight” you hear — the film looks like a ten-ye…
I prefer to get my homilies from somebody a little more disabused than Dorothy Gale
California is death haunted compared to New York. Everything is still and spooky, the grass along the highways north of Oakland is dry and brown. New York moves in the frame-skip fast-forward of digital video. One thing replaces another, they build an IKEA in no time by paving over cobblestone stre…
