London photo: ’47 DeSoto
I’m trusting that the license plate is telling the truth.
Month: April 2014
The Final Member review: collectile dysfunction
The world’s only penis museum is no joke, but there’s plenty funny (and enlightening, and poignant) in this sweet portrait of a man dedicated to completing his life’s work.
futzing with the homepage, debating whether to continue what-to-stream posts
I know change is stressful. But for technical reasons that are not worth going in to, the new layout makes things a little easier on me. And it emphasizes my reviews, which is the bulk of the content here now.
The Love Punch review: below the belt
The jokes are as creaky as the aching bunions and bad backs onscreen, but Emma Thompson and Pierce Brosnan are incandescent together.
The Sea review: the sands of time are dun-colored
Ciarán Hinds engages in some pointlessly dour Irish brooding at the beach.
Tracks review: hopefully lost
Romantic in the grandest sense, a visceral and hypnotic experience of idealistic aspirations set against the desolate beauty and danger of the Outback.
London photo: children’s art at a construction site
In Wood Green.
The Other Woman review: sex and the infidelity
We need an equivalent term to “Uncle Tom” for a woman — in this case, screenwriter Melissa Stack — who participates in Hollywood’s systematic hatred of women.
Fading Gigolo review: Twilight for middle-aged men
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a film that looks more like the filmmaker’s midlife-crisis wish-fulfillment fantasy than this one.
London photo: along Regent’s Canal
In Hackney.
