Well, you all know what this post is about. A brief intro: Most years, I agonize over my top ten list to the bitter end, and then for a while after, too. This largely has to do with volume. I don’t tend to see all of the movies that I want or need to in a … Continue reading
As though you need to be reminded that it’s that time of year, I have, in addition to my BOFCA voting, been contributing to year-end lists, the first of which is The Playlist’s 25 Best Films Of 2016 list. I didn’t say much, just around 200 words or so about Anna Rose Holmer’s excellent fiction … Continue reading
If you ask most critics and movie nerds, the summer of 2016 is the worst summer for movies of all time, ever. At first blush, you get where they’re coming from, too: There were a lot of shit films this summer, from Suicide Squad to Warcraft to The Legend of Tarzan, and that’s just naming a few out of many. … Continue reading
It is July. We have already celebrated our nation’s independence. We have launched our fireworks into the night sky and gorged to the point of shame spiraling, our self-loathing winding and weaving through our subconsciousness as surely as wisps of smoke curl in the wake of celebratory ordnance. It is six months until the time … Continue reading
My love for Ann Rose Holmer’s extraordinary debut, The Fits, is well documented as of my report from Independent Film Festival Boston. So naturally, I took the opportunity to chat with her about the film as the greatest of honors. I won’t bore you with a lead-in. This is one of my favorite interviews that I’ve done … Continue reading
Late April to early May is the time of year when I tend to fall into a brief but intense depressive state with little warning and seemingly without provocation. But if you know me, and you know how I spend my time, you know that my short annual bouts of melancholy and gloom coincide with the … Continue reading
If you have been tuning into this space for the last week and wondering why I have posted exactly zero new updates, it’s because I’ve been gallivanting around Bermuda since the 12th. But I’m back in Boston, and with eight days to spare before Independent Film Festival Boston’s 2016 rumpus, I’d say it’s about time … Continue reading
A Constant Visual Feast 