It has frequently been cited as the first “real” Radley Metzger film, after a few preliminary directorial efforts in the non-erotic realm.
Radley Metzger’s Little Mother must’ve been an irresistible proposition for the filmmaker.
Prudes be damned, Radley Metzger doesn’t soft-sell the gay sex in the slightest.
Bambi’s friend Thumper teaches him how to flip a bird but leaves his poor apprentice high and dry when it comes to the art of fucking like a bunny.
It’s no surprise that the film’s only enduring legacy hinges on the psychological destruction of, as Madonna put it, “where life begins.”
SCTV’s portrayal of a world obsessed with the culture of mass media is in full bloom here.
The central conceit, that theater is the house of true art and film the way station of the illiterate, might’ve come off as self-important on stage.
Witness John Barrymore’s brash thee-at-ah director remove puddy from his nose for the sake of his art.
It’s comforting to know that one of my favorite critics, David Edelstein, doesn’t take the Oscars very seriously.
It’s a deceptively simple film that’s easy to summarize and yet completely elusive when it comes to attempting a thematic or critical description.
One of the prototypal essay films, The House Is Black paved the way for the Iranian New Wave.
It’s a team sport, but the story belongs to the individual, which gives Mr. 3000 its meta-celebrity subtext.
The best that can be said for Mr. 3000 is that it does the schmaltz of the baseball movie genre justice.
Don’t just stand there. Hand Brenda Blethyn a tissue, sweetheart.
Harry and Max is the type of film that pretends to be transgressive.
The film is littered with scenes that begin at a fever pitch before descending into a becalmed, meditative state.
“Tanya got a big ol’ butt. Shirley got a big ol’ butt. Irene got a big ol’ butt. Theresa got a big ol’ butt.”
School Daze is, if nothing else, a compelling time capsule of racial politics in the late ’80s.
The rare biopic that all but explicitly acknowledges its director’s sense of identification with its subject.
Before The Dawn is far-out trip music for those who don’t mind letting the music recede into the background of their reverie.