Film editor Sean Woodard shares an engaging conversation with author Troy Howarth about his latest book on giallo cinema.
I have been reduced to work as a hit-person and hiding under beds
for shock value, both of which distress me. I infinitely prefer
to eat people who moan with delight
as I swallow.
this disease you speak of made a skeleton out of junior seau’s
shoulder pads to teach boys to not hit so damn hard; this
facebook post should assure you we’ll look into it.
100 WORD FILM REVIEWS / The Farewell
The Farewell is based on events from Lulu Wang’s own life; and, as real life does, the film stands outside of genre. The film mines uncomfortable humor from its central premise (a family decides not to tell an aging grandmother about a terminal diagnosis), but it’s not interested in shock, which makes Awkwafina an unexpectedly perfect center for the film. She’s not the boisterous showstopper of Crazy Rich Asians, but neither is she maudlin or mopey. She, like every other moment of this film, is real.
Mr. Butterchips / Alex Schumacher / July 2019
Our very favorite drunk monkeys stops the laughter for an important message in the latest from Alex Schumacher.
FILM / Once Upon a Time in Film Scoring / Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story / Sean Woodard
Dewey Cox is “guilty as charged” in Sean Woodard’s latest Once Upon a Time in Film Scoring column.
FILM / Captain Canada's Movie Rodeo / July 2019 / Gabriel Ricard
Gabriel Ricard’s defends kaiju brawl fests and defines himself as a film conversationalist in his latest Captain Canada.
For somebody who’d woken up in a near-stranger’s bed after a night of drinking, Vahid had surprising enthusiasm for the unexpected, grotesque task. Hunched half-naked over a realistic-looking corpse, its steel frame and latex skin shuddering against his ankles, he clicked at the teeth with his thumbs the way most handle routine texting. In less than one minute, he had five teeth in the correct order.
Home, the front door locked, Justin gnaws on a carrot. He hides the girls’ Easter baskets. Justin places eggs inside every room—several contain clues as to the baskets’ whereabouts—before, out back, double-checking to make sure the privacy fence is locked, he arranges the rest, tossing the carrot near the gate. All is still and good. Tomorrow will largely be terrible, but the morning will be fun.
i cannot stop thinking about the children as they ask for their parents in a way so raw and searching that it frames the love i have for my own children as something like a funeral avoided a funeral held without bodies
& i was born
with water
& i have given that
water to my children
& told them
to give it away
I get to be the one that holds
her fire! How tender
of her to choose me
from the crashing to burn
just enough for her to lead
our children to safety.
The color of my skin
The deliverance of my words
Dare to desecrate the holy silence.
The universe blessed me with two gifts
That for years felt like curses.
I relax my gaze
& I see Emily
as a red egg, paused
on the impossible tip
of love.
My mom said Jim Henson did Dark Crystal and they were all like
it was too dark, so he lightened up, and did Muppets.
My counselor read the poem and said it was the other way around.
Moonlight disturbs this notion of reality, with its swirling shots, blurred edges, lens flares, and discontinuity. These all provide a queering effect on the viewer, because the eye of the film body is drawn specifically to matters of queerness.
I had just about answered when my mother edged herself between us. She batted her eyelashes at him and began to babble, her words bubbles that burst against my eardrums. Then she shimmied her shoulders and hips like the mating dance of a desperate bird.
so now that they are mangled and losing their juice to the bottom of the thin green bag i struggled so mightily to remove from the dispenser we are still going to cup their mangled flesh in our hands we are still going to eat them
foolish child,
america sips her wine
some destroyers capsize
out of vanity.
And then, no drink.
Or too many. Giddyap! Now, the crown molding of the place
looks doable, needs a bit of work to be relatable. The desert
will always be inchoate. We may never go. I forget