I'm nominally a fan of the Todd Solondz film of that name, but I really don't feel the film honors the form in a specific enough way to please the…
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So I'm in the eating area of my in-laws' kitchen, sitting at the table before this damnable machine and thinking about why I'm dreading going home. It's not as if…
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Hullo dere. There is little of filmmaking import to report. I choose to honor a New Year's Resolution early, and not call some kind of referendum on a hiring at…
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Not something you'd really wish on anybody: the final minutes of Lang's Scarlet Street, with a desolate, derelict Edward G. Robinson walking the bustling New York streets as the sounds…
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