"He wouldn't.. he couldn't.." -me watching Fritz Lang move the camera through a closed window in 1931

Apocalypse Now, but the river into Cambodia is the countdown to Christmas, and Colonel Kurtz is a Red Ryder B.B. gun.

There's a Halloween 4 poster early in this movie, which I like to think is because people casually fire as many bullets into each other as the Haddonfield police have to use on Michael Myers.

The minimal sound mix in Powell & Pressburger films is such a key ingredient in their dream-like evocations, especially when dialogue is mixed over a single singing voice, just one instrument, or of course when the wind is isolated.

Alpaca content can only carry a movie so far

It felt like a mix of my worst shroom trips and awful memories of summer camp.