John Carpenter's Christine is a film about an American born murder machine. A 1958 Plymouth Fury. The car's model and color are perfect visualizations of this voracious killer that harbors a jealous streak that one would need a thousand odometer clicks to cross. The red chrome glistens like spilled blood as she chews up asphalt... Continue Reading →
Film Ramblings: HOFFA(1992) Dig Him Up for Another Look
I love Danny DeVito's Hoffa. Whatever liberties the filmmakers might have taken with the man's life will not cause an engine to seize or bust a couple of axles on an interstate haul, so we won't worry over such details in this essay. Your opinions of modern day labor unions shouldn't determine the artistic merits of this... Continue Reading →
