Sam Peckinpah’s career as a Western auteur kicked into his gear with his brilliant second film, the achingly sad, beautiful 1962 western Ride the High Country, which gave long in the tooth cowpokes Randolph Scott and Joel McCrea obscenely juicy roles to play.
Read MoreOne of you kind souls paid me seventy five dollars to re-experience Dick Tracy, the cinematic sensation of 1990 and a delightful exercise in escapism that holds up pretty damn well.
Read MoreOne of you glorious sadists paid me a hundred dollars to watch a Cosmopolitan-themed Hillary Duff vehicle from 2010 whose hilariously regressive gender politics belong somewhere in the pre-Cosmopolitan 1950s.
Read MoreOne of you kind-hearted sadists slipped me a hundred bucks to write about 2014’s The Identical an instant Christian camp classic about identical rock star twins switched at birth who both look and act exactly like Elvis Presley in a movie where, inexplicably, Elvis also exists.
Read MoreAn ambitious, patron-funded exploration of the films of Sam Peckinpah begins with a look at his 1961 debut The Deadly Companions.
Read MoreTwo decades ago, a young me REALLY did not care for SLC Punk! 20 years later, I still kind of hate it!
Read MoreOne of you generous sadists had me re-watch co-writer/director Madonna’s ridiculous vanity project about Wallis Simpson and a horny contemporary woman who falls deep into lust with a hunky security guard played by a pre-stardom Oscar Isaac. It was quite poor.
Read MoreOne of you generous souls paid me one hundred dollars to revisit 2002’s Roger Dodger, a prescient, incisive exploration of toxic masculinity that gave Campbell Scott one of his best roles and Jesse Eisenberg his big break.
Read MoreOne of you kind-hearted patrons paid me a cool hundred dollars to experience the magic of Lily Tomlin’s legendary one-woman show The Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe.
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