a guy with a bad haircut, a slight, fey combination of Boris Karloff and Tony Perkins, self-righteous and self-consciously gentle
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…