Category: Classics & Hitchcock

Yes, it is madness…Normally I strive to be elevated in my criticism, preferring the lofty and the urbane to rank obscenities and childish adjectives. Now, however, I must resort to the only words available to me — Once Upon a Time in the West kicks fucking ass!

A marriage without children is not only pointless, but arguably as dangerous as plutonium.

1953’s Lili is perhaps the first film from Hollywood’s Golden Age to make the case that misogyny – that unmistakable, unshakable loathing of the female species – is the very foundation of love.

There really is no other filmmaker quite like Robert Altman. Outside of Kurosawa and Kubrick, no director has been so consistently defiant in his resistance of conventions and complacency of craft.

I’ve always been wary of Ingmar Bergman. Too intellectual and artsy-fartsy, you know? Sometimes I download one of the Swedish auteur’s flicks only to end up deleting it months later

A British scientist had just made a breakthrough with the “formula” for the program when, lo and behold, his brain exploded the night before he could share it with his fellow scientists

What most impressed me about Faces is that here you have a film with maybe ten scenes total. Yet its length is over two hours.

Casablanca is a hornet’s nest of thieves and cutthroats, as one of my favorite characters, the pickpocket, says “Be careful, there are vultures, vultures everywhere,”

The Day the Earth Caught Fire opens with clichéd character Peter Stenning, a washed-up alcoholic reporter, in the middle of a desert city, London.  Dust and sand claiming the buildings.