The 1967 omnibus film The Witches still manages to cast a spell at times, owing to the contributions of its talented cast and crew.
Abel Ferrara’s wholly unconventional biopic manages to stick in the brain like few I’ve seen so far.
Highlights of this year’s FIDMarseille included works that traveled beyond the European continent in search of lost (and unknown) connections.
It’s the warping, re-signifying logic of affect and memory that architected this list, which turns out to be nothing short of this cinephile’s symptom.
A bracing cinematic buzzkill, Salò will wipe that shit-eating grin right off your face.
Pier Paolo Pasolini’s boudoirs of perversion lack the Marquis de Sade’s scarlet hedonism.
For its reissue, Criterion has ironed out a bunch of the kinks, though I still detect some edge enhancement in the film’s endless series of long shots.
A must-see for fans of Terence Stamp and his magical British package. Others beware.