Watching Nostalgia, I never got a sense of who made it, or even who wrote it; the former is Mark Pellington, the latter is Alex Ross Perry, a guy I don’t associate with mush. But Nostalgia , as you might guess by the title, is all mush. It grossed me out. Okay, it didn’t gross me out, but … Continue reading
If you could have a perfect holographic image of your late lover, whether your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, or some undefinable fling, stored on a hard drive, and if you could talk to that image whenever you please, and if that image could learn about the person it reflects and become more and more like … Continue reading
(Alternate title: In which A Constant Visual Feast becomes a social pariah within the film blogosphere.) The primary emotion that characterizes my reaction to Paul Feig’s Bridesmaids, the sleeper hit comedy of the year, is disappointment. Crushing, heavy, appalling disappointment. Coupled with that, denial; I don’t want to acknowledge my disappointment. I don’t want to … Continue reading
A Constant Visual Feast 