Marvelous Documentaries vs. Marvel-ish Documentaries

Documentary filmmaking possesses a high floor in regards to the consistent quality of even its weakest offerings, largely because the subjects are almost always compelling enough to justify a feature-length examination. And yet, the genre simultaneously suffers from perhaps the most monotonous output as well due to most utilizing the same-old aesthetics.

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KILLING GROUND, WOLF CREEK, & the Current State of Torture Porn

Comparing 2005’s Wolf Creek (the movie; not the newer TV adaptation) to the recently released Killing Ground acts as a sort of Australian lens through which to examine just how much the horror genre’s relationship to gruesome violence has changed over the last decade.

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All The World’s a Stage, and All the Men and Women Merely Selfish Audiences

My main problem with criticism today, both formal and informal, can be summarized in the phrase: “the selfish audience.”

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GOD OF VENGEANCE & RHINOCEROS at the New Yiddish Rep

In the endearingly-enigmatic climactic scene of Jim Jarmusch’s brilliantly-weird and weirdly-brilliant Paterson, a mysterious yet undeniably-wise member of the literati proclaims, “Hearing poetry translated is like taking a shower wearing a raincoat.” When the camera flashes to the opened book on his lap, the page contains a poem in both its original language and the reader’s native tongue.

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