Unless you're some hip independent film director with fabulous hair and a skeletal model girlfriend who likes the heroin, being an outsider can be a lonely endeavor. The social media sect, vengeful Big Tech overlords and preening politicians pontificate on how society is now all inclusive. Anyone that spends at least four minutes a day... Continue Reading →
Film Ramblings:MARTIN(1977) Romero’s Tale of Ordinary Madness
"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Charles Bukowski When I go to the cinema of politics to see what shitty movie these fat old geezers have playing, I park my ass on the right side of the auditorium. Living in New York State, about thirty miles east of... Continue Reading →
Film Ramblings:BULLY(2001) Trawling for Trash in an Unclean Suburbia
Larry Clark's Bully is a fascinating, disturbing and sickening film to watch. It plays like an Afterschool Special penned by the Marquis de Sade. It views suburbia as the crusty sheets on a seedy motel bed. A group of aimless teenagers drift through life like plankton in a dirty ocean. They drink, fuck, smoke weed... Continue Reading →
Film Review: LAWS OF GRAVITY(1992) Before the Moustache Wax and Wool Caps
Laws of Gravity, the low-budget 1992 film written and directed by Nick Gomez, takes place in a decaying, pre-hipster Brooklyn. These streets are harsh. There are greater dangers lurking here than a ripped Patagonia vest, or brash Trump supporter wandering into a coffee house sporting a MAGA cap. The view of Manhattan is expensive, but... Continue Reading →
Film Review:SUN DON’T SHINE(2012) It’s Never Just Groceries in the Trunk
Sun Don't Shine, the feature film directorial debut by hardworking and talented independent film actress Amy Seimetz, is a hazy neo-noir that takes us through the backwaters and chintzy tourist towns of Florida. It tells the grimy story of two lovers, Crystal and Leo. They argue and discuss the architecture of their relationship as they crisscross... Continue Reading →
Film Review: COMBAT SHOCK-DIRECTOR’S CUT(1985) American Nightmares on Staten Island
Would you trust the artistic merits of a film written and directed by a dude named Buddy Giovinazzo, or Buddy G as he appears in the credits of Combat Shock? When my credit wasn't worth a shit, I think Buddy G was the guy that gave me a personal loan in the damp alleyway behind... Continue Reading →