A couple months ago I got on a Jean-Michel Basquiat kick. You probly know who that is, but if not, he was a New York City graffiti artist in the early hip hop era, transferred his skills to paintings for galleries, became rich and famous and friends with Andy Warhol and stuff in a brief, prolific life before (like so many bright lights) dying of a drug overdose at 27.
Set aside the inspirational underdog story, the meteoric rise, the quirky details, the tragic ending. All interesting, but you donāt need any context for his art to be incredible. Labelled a āneo-expressionist,ā he just has this lively, messy style, an explosion of scratches and scrapes and colors and doodles and words. If they are child-like, then the child in question mustāve remained young for 100 years, evolving his drawing into highly sophisticated crudeness. There are traces of influences from cartoons to African art, he sometimes references boxers and current events and social issues, but he translates it into these distinctive scribbles and cryptic/poetic phrases, sculpting beauty and humor from garbage and decay and vandalism. I donāt know of anybody quite like him, and lately (even before⦠you know) Iāve really been feeling itās important to honor and glorify the true originals and pure artists among us, through my chosen medium of, uh, movie reviews. So here I am, glorifying Jean-Michel Basquiat. (read the rest of this shit…)

Jody Hillās OBSERVE AND REPORT (2009) was maybe a little ahead of its time. Or at least ahead of me. I guess I didnāt review it, but I remember being a little disappointed at the time, thinking it had kind of a fake darkness to it. I thought it was supposed to be a TAXI DRIVER type portrait of a mall security guard, and it seemed kind of forced to me.
100 YARDS was one of my most anticipated movies this year – itās the latest period martial arts epic from writer/director Xu Haofeng, this time with his brother Xu Junfeng credited as co-director. Junfeng is a newbie but Haofeng is one of my favorite modern martial art directors, a true auteur with a very distinct style and tone and a set of reoccurring themes that happen to be extremely my shit.
In Clint Eastwoodās JUROR #2, Nicholas Hoult (
Iām no scholar of the works of Francis Ford Coppola. I agree
Maybe itās weird to watch a post-apocalypse movie right before this particular election, but Iād wanted to see AZRAEL and then I saw that it was on Shudder. I knew it was a low or no dialogue movie starring Samara Weaving (
1977 gave us some pretty important movies. Some influential ones. Some we still talk about today.
The central theme of ROSEMARYāS BABY (1968) is right there in the title. Itās about someone having a baby, so itās about fears surrounding a healthy pregnancy and beginning a new life as a parent. Thatās part of what makes the movie so powerful, but one way I know itās good is how effective it is even for someone like me, a non-parent, a childless cat lady. Iām sure it kicks your ass harder if youāre an expecting or aspiring parent, but it has other things going for it too.

















