The Stevens = my Oscars.
The Stevens = my Oscars.
A depressingly-macabre side effect of the past year’s gruesomeness:
Continue reading “Percy Vs Goliath”
Today: my Covid-Oscars ballot.
Continue reading “The Covid Oscars”
Pompous-phobic writers (an oxymoron in terms?) try to avoid quoting themselves, for probably obvious reasons.
Continue reading “Show and Tell”
Shiva Baby mines the fine line between comedy and horror.
Continue reading “Shiver Baby”
Did you know that I also read books?!
Continue reading “Klara and the Science Fiction”
Waaaaay back in March 2021, I shared the following observation in response to The Courier:
Continue reading “Benedict CumberHitch”
Filmmaker Kelly Reichardt is to Oregon / the Pacific Northwest and film what playwright Samuel D. Hunter is to Idaho and live theater.
Continue reading “Reichardt Retrospective Rankings”
The relationship between the first scene of the Oscars-shortlisted (should’ve been Oscar-nominated) 76 Days and the rest of the documentary is the art of juxtaposition.
Continue reading “A Defining Bug”