more by M. Faust
Love it or hate it—no one in our area has a lukewarm opinion on Vincent Gallo’s Buffalo 66, even if you’ve never seen it.
[SCREENING] The last time Buffalo 66 played at the North Park—when it premiered there in 1998—Vincent Gallo told me this when I asked him if he now thought of himself as a “film
It’s been a very good year for horror movies, a genre that seemed to be in terminal disrepute after a decade of torture porn.
The title of ’71, now playing at the Eastern Hills Cinema, refers to the year in which it takes place. The setting is Belfast, and the escalation of British armed forces in the city has not yet peaked; it’s about a year before the date known as Bloody Sunday.
The end credits of Focus identify as a production advisor Apollo Robbins, and if you know who that is you’ll know what kind of movie you’re in for. Robbins is possibly the world’s greatest pickpocket, at least among those willing to identify themselves in public.
It’s not just that no one seems to watch the Oscars anymore: people all but boast that they don’t. Usually that’s followed by, “I haven’t seen any of those movies anyway.”