Examining a life through the media we consume. Coffee essential, but not mandatory
Sometimes a director's vision strikes you in such a way you'll follow them even if the direction they're moving in feels a little, well...off. Such is the case with Sion Sono, whose Love Exposure was a giddy, surreal ride with a central conceit so insane I was instantly hooked. Working in the same absurdist realm... Continue Reading →
There are no guilty pleasures, and yet there is a certain amount of sleazy, joyful guilt I got from watching Raw Force, aka Kung Fu Cannibals. I imagine it's the same sort of sleazy, guilty joy writer/director Edward Murphy (not that Edward Murphy but imagine if it was...) got as he made the film. Take... Continue Reading →
Stranded Below Nirvana 