Ole Mary Todd's calling, so I guess it must be time for bed.
Can’t quite summarise every thought I had watching this.
All I know is I love Andy shandy Garfield. His commitment to the truth of the role is comparable to his own character’s commitment to his faith.
Scorsese’s last two films feel like two sides of the same coin thematically. Frank in The Irishman being a man reaching the end of a long life of crime and the profane, struggling to clutch on to a scrap of sanctity and faith for…
Brutal Fucking Murder
C’mon baby doo the locomotion! This is no doubt a horror and made me jump but I found it by the end to be quite uplifting and wonderful. It feels like a celebration of Lynch as a force to the world of film.
The choice to shoot with digital video recorder was jarring at first, but by the time Grace Zabriskie’s character was talking to Laura’s, all discomfort at the ‘ugliness’ of the shots…