Charlotte Wells’ Aftersun is one of those rare films that quietly sneaks past your defenses. You don’t watch it so much as absorb it — or maybe more accurately, it absorbs you. It’s a cinematic memory, flickering and elusive, filled with half-formed thoughts and buried feelings that feel more like recollections than storytelling. On the … Read More “Aftersun (2022) — A Film of Ghosts, Memory, and the Things Left Unsaid” »
“Heretic” doesn’t give you the usual horror movie bullshit . This one crawls under your skin and lights a cigarette. It’s a slow dance of dread, like two acts of a stage play soaked in blueberry pie and Bible verses. Two fresh-faced Mormon girls, all sunshine and scripture, go knocking on the wrong damn door. … Read More “Heretic (2024) – Trading jump scares for psychological dread” »
the priest got up there with his“everyone dies”like he was reading from a menu. he didn’t know my brother.didn’t know the fire in him.the way he made you laughwhen life kicked your teeth in.didn’t know the sound of his voice,the jokes,the wreckage,the truth. just another bodyon the schedule. people showed upreciting things they’d heardbut never … Read More “God’s Waiting Room” »
I jog every morning through a business park here those metal boxes with windows like blank eyes — I think about my father not because he worked in one. he didn’t. but they sound like him quiet on the inside. they’re empty, no voices, no motion. just dust and a loading dock — life gets … Read More “A Janitor’s Son Jogs” »
I use to work in a hospital. Emergency room registration—name, insurance, next of kin. People bleeding, moaning, cursing the world while I sat at a desk, punching keys. There were regulars in the department, the lifers who knew the drill, but sometimes they’d pull in someone from another pavilion, vacation relief/sick relief, whatever. That’s how … Read More “The Slow Rot Syndrome” »
One of those games where the score doesn’t reflect the actual level of ass-whipping that went on. The New York Giants put on a commanding performance, dismantling the Houston Oilers 37-21 in a game that showcased quarterback Phil Simms’ aerial assault and a well-rounded team effort. Simms Shines, Giants Air it Out Phil Simms was … Read More “’86 NY Giants 37 ’78 Houston Oilers 21” »
The older you get, the more you figure out age is a scam. A joke. Some of my old classmates are already crushed, folded in half by debt, rent, divorces, bad jobs, and worse women. A few of them are dead, and not in any poetic sense — just dropped like old dogs nobody wanted … Read More “A Study of Life After 50 : Pablo Picasso” »
Robert Altman’s Images (1972) is what happens when a director with too much talent and too much ego decides he wants to make an art film about a woman losing her mind but forgets that the audience has to give a damn. It’s got all the tricks—fractured reality, eerie landscapes, jump-cut hallucinations—but it drags its … Read More “Images (1972) Starring Susannah York, Directed by Robert Altman” »
The Buffs came out looking like they had something to prove. Eric Bieniemy ran like a man with a grudge, cutting through Miami’s defense like a hot knife, dragging defenders like dead weight. The ‘Canes looked stunned early, their vaunted defense gasping for answers. Hagan was steady, hitting short routes and moving the chains, and … Read More “’83 Miami Hurricanes 21 ’90 Colorado Buffaloes 20” »
The ’85 Bears walked in like a wrecking crew, all piss and vinegar, but by the fourth quarter, they were just another old prizefighter swinging at ghosts. Two games now, two leads pissed away like warm beer on a hot sidewalk. Brock Purdy, looking more like some golden boy out of a superhero flick, tore … Read More “’23 San Francisco 49ers 44 ’85 Chicago Bears 38” »
