My Life in Ruins (aka Driving Aphrodite) (review)
A steaming pile of stereotypes and sitcomery, a pathetic excuse for a comedy, a romance, and a movie.
A steaming pile of stereotypes and sitcomery, a pathetic excuse for a comedy, a romance, and a movie.

I’ve been a fan of Raimi’s forever, since long before he shot to fame with his big-budget *Spider-Man* flicks….
How does heartbreak become art? Just like this.
Tons of spoilers! Don’t read unless you’ve seen the episode!
This triptypch of short flicks about the Japanese capital by non-Japanese filmmakers is wildly intriguing to me, as someone who has never been there but would like to visit — I wonder, though, how natives or familiar foreigners would parse the peculiarities of these disturbing urban fairy tales.
Tons of spoilers! Don’t read unless you’ve seen the episode!
It’s hard to put a finger on anything actually *wrong* with this earnest drama of politics, conscience, and democratic ideals…
I cannot tell you how ineptly hilarious this ‘thriller’ is, from its weirdly retro vibe — as if the feminism of the 1970s, 80s, 90s and 2000s had not come between manhunting women and the poor saps they prey on — to its outrageous telegraphing of its “big’ finale.
Lest we forget, the slide into a fascism in America didn’t begin with George W. Bush: it was well underway in the 1990s, when our police went paramilitary in the “war on drugs” and new federal incentives for local communities to get drug convictions — however they could — led to a huge increase in … more…
The nicest monster movie ever…