Since I’ll be doing a talk back of Ozon’s Peter von Kant at Burns Court on September 16th (the 7 pm show), I wanted to do my research. And I discovered I had already seen and enjoyed one of Francois Ozon’s (6 time Cannes Film Fest nominee) earlier works entitled Swimming Pool (2003). So, I… Continue reading Francois Ozon’s Double Lover, a Sexy Offering
Three Thousand Years of Longing Left Me Yearning for A.S. Byatt’s Story Depth
I’m not going to change, but it’s always dangerous to read the book before seeing the movie. But danger in a marvelous way, since our brains are able to picture who we’d cast as actresses and actors, what hotel rooms we envision, etc… So with that being said, while I enjoyed the movie, it did… Continue reading Three Thousand Years of Longing Left Me Yearning for A.S. Byatt’s Story Depth
“Monday” on Showtime: You know what K.C. sang “Rainy days and Mondays”…well switch out Crazy for rainy
Surely I’m not the only one who justifies her/his staying in and saving money by this self-shaming scold; You subscribe to two streaming services, find something at home to watch. So my thriftiness led me to “Monday” released in 2021. Once I’m done posting this, I’ll be reading the other human who saw this, John… Continue reading “Monday” on Showtime: You know what K.C. sang “Rainy days and Mondays”…well switch out Crazy for rainy
Vengeance: BJ Novak’s Dance is the Texas Too-Smart
I enjoyed Vengeance, written and directed by BJ Novak, but also felt agitated. Based on his cartwheels of Mensa-like dialogue, his Harvard diploma is apparent. And that’s the problem with Vengeance, its a little too full of itself, a proverbial Texas Too-Smart. Ideas I enjoyed: that modern Americans are selfish, wanting it all. The fresh… Continue reading Vengeance: BJ Novak’s Dance is the Texas Too-Smart
Memoria: Deeply Rooted
As I type, I am sitting on a stone patio in the back of the carriage house behind a mansion on East Avenue in Rochester, New York. The breeze picks up now and then, the cicadas rise to the chorus, and the birds offer an intermittent tweet. In this equation, I am the tiniest of… Continue reading Memoria: Deeply Rooted
Marcel the Shell with Shoes On
Marcel the Shell with Shoes On is a mixed up little clam, but it’s hard not to love it. Even more poignant is knowing the back story, that in 2011 Jenny Slate and Dean Fleischer-Camp were a twosome and now they’re merely business partners. This strife is alluded to in the film, which were actually… Continue reading Marcel the Shell with Shoes On
Fire of Love: A Late July Explosion
One hundred percent is a saying thrown around quite often and was the original Rotten T score for Fire of Love, which like 3.99 gas prices, is now down a whopping reduction to 99%. Being a humanist, on the opposite spectrum of scientist, I can not give Fire of Love a hundred percent, nor a… Continue reading Fire of Love: A Late July Explosion
Leftovers Two Days Straight
I went to see my second viewing of Top Gun Maverick and Where the Crawdads Sing on back to back nights and wanted to comment on both. First, Top Gun Maverick. I felt like I was more ‘present’ for this viewing which can sometimes happen the second time around. Whereas I originally claimed that the… Continue reading Leftovers Two Days Straight
Where the Crawdads Sing: the summer of grumpy critics
Post Script Preface: Email me with comments at irun2eatpizza@hotmail.com I’ve tried for many moons to use the “I’m a Human Capctha with zero success (call me a techno-dunce), HENCE, my email works! I’m upping my score to a 70% after thinking of the adorable little girl who plays the young Kya, Jojo Regina. Kids are… Continue reading Where the Crawdads Sing: the summer of grumpy critics
The Souvenir: Part II; My Kind of Paint Drying
The Souvenir Part 2 was as equally mystifying yet engrossing as the first film by Joanna Hog. Precautions: Don’t even try it though if you haven’t seen the first one as you won’t know what the heck is happening. If you have any a.d.d. tendencies, either take a Valium or wait until you happen to… Continue reading The Souvenir: Part II; My Kind of Paint Drying